Sunday by the Creek

I spent some time this morning beside the creek that flows so gently through beside this farm.

As always, undiminished after nearly eighteen years, this flow captivates and restores me.

The Newest Neighbors

Beautiful babies, beautiful mothers, beautiful little farm, all very well cared-for.
Such good neighbors.

Cool

A good cool Saturday, fifteen  degrees or morebelow normal -- the temperature sign in town said 50 at noon. Cloudy but dry.

Garden day!

Ready For The Cicadas To Sing

It shouldn't be long now, and I'm ready, both because I love their song and all that it conveys. . .

And because they'll be singing loud enough to drown out the sound of the grass growing -- which I am convinced is louder than the sound of the mower that can't keep up with how fast the grass grows.

Sheep may safely graze

Lambs, too, on a neighbor's nice farm.

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New Year's Possibilities

Seed catalogs started arriving today.

Which means that some of my favorite reading of the year begins today as well.

New Year, Old Lessons

2013 begins, with all the promise and all the challenge that each new year brings.

I'm looking forward, as always, to learning -- and re-learning -- some of the old lessons that this land has tried so hard to teach me. I am doing so in hopes of really learning the lessons this time.

In so far as anyone ever does.

That, it seems to me, is one of the great gifts of a piece of land and all that comes with it. The chance to learn and to go on learning, the same lessons year after year, and discovering that the lessons, however often learned, and the learning itself, never grow old.

I love this little farm more than I can say. It has taught me so much, and continues to.