WPC: Future (Clydesdales)
Clydesdales are a breed of heavy draft horse that originated in Scotland. They were originally used for heaving hauling in logging and mining camps and as a working farm animal. In the mid-20th century, the Clydesdales went into decline and there were only 80 recorded Clydesdales in England in 1949. In 1975, the breed was…
Wordless Wednesday: old pickup truck
WPC: Landscape (Amish country)
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Final word
Wordless Wednesday: bluebird
WPC: state of mind (hopeful)
Mother Nature continues to hem-and-haw about what season it should be – even though the calendar clearly states that is it February. The past few days, again, have been a mix of sleet, freezing rain, and snow followed by an un-seasonal warm-up. Every creature and plant in this area has been in a state of…
WPC: Seasons (the thaw)
Mother Nature is in the midst of a serious seasonal identity crisis in my part of the woods. In the matter of five days, we have experienced a 50+ degree temperature swing, going from -15 degrees below zero, to a balmy 57 degrees and back down to 28 degrees. The waterfalls on the farm don’t know…
Wordless Wednesday: frost
WPC: Circle (summertime sunflower)
As another winter sets in, my thoughts circle back to warm summer days, gentle breezes and the humming of the bees.
WPC: Finding extraordinary in the ordinary
Finding extraordinary magic in ordinary days only takes a walk in the woods.
WPC: Happy place (among the cows)
I am happy among the cows… In the fields surrounded by the old stone walls… Listening to the calves beller for their mothers… Looking over the mountaintops… Watching the cows silently graze their way across the pasture. Our farm is my happy place.
Wordless Wednesday: autumn’s paintbrush
WPC: grid (haymow)
True craftsmanship has become a thing of the past. The days of horse-drawn logging, hand-hewed beams and even handmade nails are mostly extinct. Fortunately, the legacy of those skilled workers still lives on in many old barns around the country. With nothing more than hammers, saws and measuring tapes made from leather, they constructed grids…
The Farmers in the Dell 