"Water, water, everywhere... and not a drop to drink!"
We have been surrounded by water in one form or another for months now. Fog, rain, snow, sleet, slush, and ice have enveloped the farm since autumn.
All of this water, in one form or another... and yet there are some who live in a constant state of drought.
If I could, I would share this abundance.
I don't know about you, but I am a creature of water. I live upon the land, and yet am most comfortable in a body of water. It's been this way all of my life. Was it swimming that made me fall in love with water, or the opposite? Who knows...
When I am near the ocean, I feel my soul being tugged by the tide. And yet, I am content where I am... landlocked. Still, water - in all of its forms - calls to me.
Perhaps that is partly why I love winter. I am fascinated by the tiniest of snowflakes...
and awestruck by ice sculptures created from the drip, drip, drip, of water over rock.
Right now, though we are surrounded by snow and ice, the water is flowing.
The water from melting ice runs across the land seeking low spots. The pond is full enough to supply a continuous spout of run-off from its overflow pipe. A stream of water shoots out through a cavern of ice...
down, down, down to a partially frozen puddle below.
From here, it trickles through the woods, eventually finding the stream to the north of our land.
Here it travels swiftly over rocks and logs, converging with other streams and eventually flowing into our beautiful Juniata river.
Yesterday, as I stood enjoying the peace of our pond and all of its visitors, I took a moment to count the ducks. I counted 87 (at least!). What a lovely scene...
happy little quackers swimming contentedly,
while others stood meditating on the icy shore.
I am pretty sure we now have all of the ducks in our entire county!
I so enjoyed our conversation yesterday. Everyone's lovely responses were inspiring. How wonderful it is to be surrounded by so many like-minded souls. We are a community... I am grateful for this!
PS... As I sit, writing this... dusk has arrived - the sun is setting on my Wednesday. Through the closed windows I can hear the "Who-Who" of a great horned owl. It's mating/nesting season for these beautiful, enormous, nocturnal birds - and we are lucky to have a few in our woods to serenade us. They mate in late January or early February, with two or three hatchlings arriving four weeks later. Owls have their babies at this time of year so that the babies are old enough to start learning to hunt when the smaller mammals have their babies. There is such intelligence in the way nature takes care of itself! The more I learn, the deeper my love for this earth grows!