Sunday, July 30, 2006
Yesterday, the owner mowed it down. He got himself a new John Deer tractor and wiped all that life out. It's just a field of ugly barren stubble.
I am feeling SO sad - almost grieving for the loss of that place. I know the guy has to mow it eventually, or it will stop being a field and become a young forest - already little ash trees were beginning to root and grow - but I will miss it.
Walking hip deep in wildflowers, even through Queen Anne's lace that was over my head, chickory, clover of the pink, purple, yellow, and white variety, hawkweed, St. John's wort, milkweed, wild aster, goldenrod, and a dozen other wildflowers I don't know the names of; butterflies flying all around me; birds swooping and singing; finding little hidden treasures - no more.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Actually, there are more than two ways, but this makes a good quote.
Originally uploaded by CaptPiper.
Summertime… and the livin’ is easy.
But once in a while, it pays to drag myself out of bed and drive country roads as the sun is rising. Last Friday morning I looked out the window at 5:50 a.m. and saw a slightly thicker fog than usual lying over the fields like a cloud. I decided not to go back to bed, but take my camera hunting.
At first I didn’t find anything much. I took a few of the sunrise through the fog. I got one misty blue field with a double track meandering through it that I liked.
The sun was well above the horizon and I was actually on my way home when the road lead me though a valley filled with a light fog. Sunbeams were shafting through tree branches into a weedy golden meadow. Well, this was worth stopping for. After I was out of the car and searching for the best angle and crop, I noticed that the weeds in the field were draped with spider webs – beautiful round webs sparkling with beaded mist. And there were hundreds of them. This was the treasure I had been searching for. What a rush!!
If you want to see more digital captures from that morning, click on the photo to go to my Flickr site and look at the "Morning in July" set.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
This is the most mosquito infested summer I can remember. Even in the middle of the day in the sun, the mosquitos will find you - and go our on a cloudy day? You don't dare! You will be swarmed and the mosquitos will attempt to take you down. Looking out the window, I even see them hovering around our cat, trying to find a way through her fur, but other than an occasional flick of her ear, she doesn't seem bothered by them. If it would just hold off raining for a while, the swampy areas in the bottom land would dry up, and within two weeks the mosquito population would dwindle.
In the meantime - buy lots of Northwoods Off.
Friday, July 07, 2006
I knew that it would never happen, but one could dream, couldn’t one? My best dreams were ones where I could fly. Although they usually ended with me unable to get off the ground because there wasn’t enough wind, or there were too many electrical wires strung across the sky.
I still dream about those wires. They represent, I’m sure, responsibilies - the obligations and expectations of society.
I’m too old now. I’m earthbound and solid. I don’t want to fly any more. Not often, anyway.