We have entered that beautiful season of boundless color.
Everywhere you look there are bright hues popping up to meet the eye.
Some wild, like these wild columbine...
and some are cultivated, far away from their native northern climes,
like this lupine.
All are magnificently beautiful... wildflower
It's during this time of year that I try to fill all of my senses
with the abundance around me...
in an effort to carry a living, sensual memory
with me into the cold, lifeless months
that lie at the end of all of this beauty.
And though those months of quiet slumber have a beauty
unto themselves, there is nothing as energizing
as the colors of spring, summer, and autumn!
I had a happy surprise this week
while we were out mowing the farm.
And in case you wondered...
we have a bit of help to accomplish all of this mowing.
Our upper pasture areas and blueberry field
are mowed by one of our neighbors, Anna,
(and farm-hands on call... without all of whom we could not survive!)
This still leaves a large parcel of acreage for us to mow,
but working together (on riding mowers)
it is easily accomplished in an afternoon.
Hubbs was mowing the small round pasture area
that lies beside our driveway,
across from the old log cabin.
It's the area where our old beehives sit.
He was halfway through mowing that particular area when
he suddenly came down the driveway exclaiming
that there were bees in one of the old hives.
After years of sitting empty...
(our last hive had died off, and Hubbs had developed a rather
severe allergy to bee-stings)
one of our old hives was taken over by a colony of wild bees.
(perhaps a swarm from some nearby beekeeper?)
There are no frames inside the hive,
so extracting the honey will be impossible.
That's ok by me... I am just happy to have a colony of
pollinators living on the farm.
And they can have their own honey... thereby increasing their
chances for surviving the winter.
We found these bees, serendipitously, on International Bee Day!!
Our garden will be much happier as a result!
I am a very lucky gal... and a very thankful one, as well.
I am married to a man who strives to help me live my dreams.
He is a gentle soul.
He is my hero.
Here is an illustration of why he is my hero.
(Although there are many reasons!)
We had another freeze on Wednesday night.
The weather prediction had temperatures dipping down to 40 degrees.
What we have learned, though, living here on the farm...
is that, if the skies are clear, our temperatures are typically much lower
While I was sound asleep, Hubbs had set his alarm to get up at 3 AM to
check the temperature.
Finding that it had indeed dropped to freezing, he headed out to the garden
and spent the next three hours watering the plants until the sun rose
in the morning... leaving me behind, sound asleep.
He did not want all of my work to go to waste.
The result of that freeze would surely be the death of our
tomato and pepper plants... and I had planted a ton of each.
Although they still suffered from the cold and will surely lose some
of their leaves,
I am hopeful that the plants themselves will rally with a little time
Oh, and while he was out watering the garden,
he also finished all of the morning chores.
He's a gem.
So, with the extra free time, and because it was still quite frigid outside,
I took the opportunity to light a fire in my wood stove,
heat a teapot of water,
and make myself some tea
in Maven Haven,
working on some knitting, with toasty warm toes, by the fire,
as I waited for the sun to warm the outside air.
Hubbs joined me for tea and we both enjoyed the tranquility of the space.
I've added a few extra touches here and there.
New knobs on my corner cupboard...
And window treatments to add some soft texture
to the wood walls.
I am so enjoying purposefully using this space
as a daily retreat...
forcing myself to slow down a little.
It's one thing to plant and prune and tend the roses,
but if you never stop to smell them...
what is the point?
I believe that it is love that helps us pass to the other side
when that time comes.
If that is the case, all of the sentiments that you poured
out to us yesterday...
certainly wrapped TomTom in love as he made his final journey.
For that, and for you, we are grateful.
|Our favorite photo of TomTom taken by Suzi Brown|
Have a perfect weekend, and we will chat again on Monday.