Sunset on the farm
… and watch the sun turn purple pink
Out here with the wild things
I am happy out here. Messy hair, dirty feet and wild water on my skin. Out here with the wild things; this is where I belong. – Brooke Hampton
I’d rather be mowing hay
Another Nor’easter rages outside my window. The winds are howling, the snow is falling and the temperature is dropping. Oh, how I’d rather be mowing hay in the summer sunshine!
Another Nor’easter
In my neck of the woods, snowstorms are a common occurrence. Six inches of snow is just a dusting. Twelve inches of snow is a nuisance. Eighteen inches of snow is a slight inconvenience. Even a Nor’easter that dumps twenty inches of snow and knocks out the power for a few days is taken in…
Shhhhhh….
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. – Mother Teresa
Silent Night and an outbreak of spontaneous humanity
In December, 1914, the world was caught up in the horrors of World War I. But on Christmas Eve, on the battlefields of Flanders, the guns of the Allied and German troops fell silent. Soon, the sounds of war were replaced by the beautiful melody of “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” (“Silent Night, Holy Night”) emanating…
Harvest moon and farming folklore
I think the old farmers knew a thing or two about the inner workings of Mother Nature. They were able to predict the weather, the movements of animals and planting and harvesting times, all by simply paying attention to the world around them. The old timer up the road (although full of bullsh*t most of…
Rainbow glow
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection…
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
– Kermit the Frog
Wander the forest
May you never be too old to wander the forest in search of mystery
Waiting… for the thaw
“Everywhere in nature we are taught the lessons of patience and waiting. We want things a long time before we get them, and the fact that we want them a long time makes them all the more precious when they come.”
Shamrock
For ’tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. ~Mary Elizabeth Blake
Peacock paranoia
I was making my way down a dusty back road, minding my own business, when I was startled by an Unknown Flying Object that swooped down across the hood of my SUV. I hit the brakes, came to a stop and threw the vehicle in park. “Holy sh*t, was that a dog?” I blurted out…
What the h*ll, frog?!?
This is a frog… clinging to the glass of the storm door… about eight feet off the ground. Against the odds, he survived two curious Australian Shepherds, the constant opening and closing of the door and several red-tailed hawks. He hung around all day and into the night, slowly making his way up higher and…
I’m gonna ring that groundhog’s neck
We’ve had a relatively mild winter here in my neck of the woods. That was until that pompous groundhog just HAD to put his two cents in and muck up the weather pattern. No sooner did he see his shadow last Thursday, then the snow started to fall, finally culminating today with another 12 inches.…
WPC: The little white church
The little white church in my small town has just a handful of members now. It has, however, miraculously managed to keep its doors open. Many of the small churches around here have long been shuttered. A few have been lucky enough to find a second life as office space or storage. It’s sad when…
The Farmers in the Dell 