Friday, December 4, 2015


There is a peace here that is as quiet as the snow that comes stealthy in the night without warning.

There is a peace here with the urgent bark of the fox calling for a mate in February; the steps of the deer as they go toward a bedding place; the deep low voice of the great horned owl as he drifts silently across the pasture with eye peeled for rodents amongst the tall golden grass. 

A  quiet that bubbles up from inside with the sight of the last shadows on the back hill; the silhouette of the chaulk trunks of the white oaks against the dark woods; the sound of the forest sighing as the night gently...slowly covers the land.

The night is alive with soft voices and cries. The bobcats call like a scream.

There is a sustenance here. A fire gently fluttering on the grate; a slow cooked meal in the pan; the clock in the hall with a steady tick.

Quiet, yet alive more than any contrived event or venue.

Eyes wide open, ears yearning to hear, a soul needing to be filled.

Sometimes when I walk with Toby back up the hill, I catch my breath at the beauty. The house sitting in the evening light, white against the green. The hens contently marching to their house; A thin trail of wood smoke from the chimney top. The smell of hickory smoke finding its way to my nose; The sound, at times when I am so blessed to have Sam home-of music of fiddle and mandolin erupting like a sonnet from the house, interspersed by male voices and hearty laughs.  Joy Oh Joy!

Then peach coloured haze along the treeline as the day slips away and the navy blue night arrives with starry lights and crescent moon.

I breath in the majesty and I am grateful.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

What? Today's weather is a promise of Fall to come?

                                                     The Back Pasture at Dusk

The Seasons are so definite here and I am grateful for them. I always yearn for Spring after the cold and gray of Winter.  By this time every Summer I am thinking blissfully of Fall. Spring and Summer on this farm are constant weeding, mulching, seeding, staking, and harvesting in the humidity and heat. Most days I work outside 2-3 hours twice a day until sunset donned in a long sleeve shirt, gloves, long pants, and boots. Each time my clothing is wet as if I were thrown into a pool!  I yearn for cold crisp air and a day outside when the sunshine is a joy instead of obstacle.

Last night as I finished up weed-whacking the invasive new weed in the back garden I walked up the road from the barns to the house. As I approached - the air was filled with the swoop and swing of BATS. Amazingly they never came close to me as they were concentrating on eating mosquito's in the air!  It was at that moment I realized... I have seen very few mosquito's this year. I am sure the bat's are taking care of them. I never use insect repellent and rarely have a bite. One night while working upstairs I saw a big brown bat flying around and around the house. As it flew by the upstairs window where I was standing, she turned her foxy little face towards me. A beautiful creature so much like a little dog. There are ways to give bats good habitat so they will live around the house and I have used them all. Bat houses are the key.

This morning when I walked out with the dogs the air was strikingly less humid. The birdsong a chorus as they too enjoyed this glorious change.
Ah yes, Fall is just around the corner.
A time for rest.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Chaos in the Goat Pasture!

There was Goat DRAMA tonight! With the air crisp and cold watching  a low sunset filtering through the dark winter forest I set about my nightly routine: Goat Chow for Faye and her baby Pearl and Auntie Ruby. I give Faye and Pearlie their chow in the Goat Shed which is snug and warm for the cold night to come; and Auntie Ruby has her chow in the paddock near the chicken barn where she sleeps. As much as I would like them all to be together for the night, Ruby has proven herself to be a wild thing as she aims to claim the best sleeping spots and ledges by jumping,pawing, and butting! It is just too much potential for injury for baby Pearl until she is larger.

Getting back to the story: Then I fill water pails and gather eggs. During this quiet routine tonight, unexpectedly Ruby stuck her head in the bucket I had used to bring out the goat chow to the feeders and in a instant the wire handle was over her horns and the bucket was STUCK on her head!

Oh my Goodness what a sight and sound! The bucket clanging loudly as Ruby running, jumping and kicking across the pasture with a metal bucket hanging from her neck; Faye and Pearl horrified that the world was coming to a end! Ruby would take a step or two and kick., but the bucket was hopelessly over her horns and swinging back and forth!

As with many things this took some time to watch the situation and consider the best approach. Treats are Ruby's I offered graham crackers. She was in such a state that even this had no appeal. She was running and jumping....suddenly the bucket came OFF! Faye had taken Pearl into the goat house certain the world WAS coming to a end. Pearl got on her ledge for safety.

Ruby, although free, was clearly worried that horrid bucket would suddenly attack her again. She would take a step or two; stop and look up-down-left-right....where is that bucket? It was horrible and awful but she was a brave and a smart girl I told her with soothing words over raisins and graham crackers..."you were very wise and brave! "  I am pretty sure she smiled as she munched that cracker.