It's way too hot for any large scale projects.
Our days are filled with the normal farm chores and
"little" projects that don't keep us out in the heat for too very long.
Yesterday while watering the plants around Maven Haven,
I looked to her left at the tree that lives there.
It was full of dead branches and had lots of weeds, and vines,
and bramble at her feet...
too unloved a look for this special place on the farm.
I quickly formulated a plan and began to implement it.
I trimmed all of the dead growth that I could reach.
I weeded the base and carefully, with gloved hand, pulled the poison ivy vines.
(Yes, I am allergic.)
I sweated some more.
I went in and washed all exposed areas with lye soap and threw my gloves into the wash.
Then I headed to my favorite Amish perennial nursery and
picked out a few (partial) shade plants.
Once home, I dug and dug and dug....
and sweated until it was dripping in my eyes.
I stuck my new plants in the ground, mulched with compost,
and then hardwood bark mulch.
I watered the plants, then watered myself.
Last touch... another cement rabbit from elsewhere on the farm...
because... of course.
It seems that every time I am at the shed I have visitors.
Often it is this merry band of noisemakers...
I love these whacky birds, but they sure know how to remove the
tranquility from a peaceful moment.
Sometimes it is Griz...looking for love.
Sometimes, the turkeys... just to show me how handsome they can be.
Yesterday, this guy...
Who, I am sure, turned Peter Rabbit's world upside down as he slithered across the
tiny container garden and up the tree....
the stuff of nightmares!
I have been spending a little bit of time each day in our hundred acre woods.
I've been returning each day in hopes of seeing the bear that I saw
It was a youngster and I only caught it's fuzzy bottom as it
quickly ran down the trail in front of me...
faster than I could get my camera to my eye.
As I travel through the woods, I feel many sets of eyes on me...
most of them hidden in thickets of fern or bramble.
On the edge of the wood, I see the shadow of a doe and her fawn.
In the middle of the woods is a meadow... the "field of dreams" we call it.
Invariably a few deer leave their hiding places as I enter the meadow...
only their tails visible as they exit the dense growth.
I love sitting in this meadow, where fallow ground is populated by
thick patches of milkweed and thistle, now gone to seed.
As I sit there I am surrounded by flitting and floating fairies
with translucent, starburst wings...
the thistle seeds picked up by the gentle summer breeze.
As I sit there watching them tumble and dance on the wind,
I hear the "witchity-witchity" call of a common yellow throat.
My eye catches flashes of bright yellow,
as a flock of goldfinches soar from treetops down to thistle.
Their flight reminds me of a wild, undulating rollercoaster.
Indigo buntings also join in this back and forth from woods to seed.
Overhead, a hawk keeps a close eye on my meanderings.
Before I leave, I hear the call I'd hoped to hear.
The sweet melodic refrain of the bashful scarlet tanager.
Each and every trip to the woods is nothing short of magical.
I lose myself there.
My heart beats slowly and gently as my mind is emptied
of all but what surrounds me.
These woods are my cathedral.
This is where I feel the most at peace.
This, nature... this place...
no matter what is wrong in the world...
this place is steadfast and perfect.
Once again we have reached Friday.
We have no plans for the weekend and plan to spend a quiet one here at home.
I am sure we will get into some manner of mischief along the way...
which I will be happy to share with you on Monday.
Until then, be well, be safe.
Hot, humid hugs.... from the farm.