Gone fishin’

I love working with my Amish carpenter neighbors… Relentless when it comes to climbing up on steep barn roofs and along rafters to get the job done… But just as quickly swayed by the mid day heat to let work be work and call it a day.

The best thing on a hot summer’s day when work just doesn’t cut it… Grab the fishing pole and some bait and head out to the lake…

20180629_115915

Well, I am not big on poking hooks thru worms so I sit on the landing dangling my feet in the water and soaking in the peace and quiet while minnows swarm around my feet beggimg for treats.

And of corse I cannot help myself noticing the beauty of nature all around! From the family of loons enjoying a leisurely swim around the clear lake to hundreds of baby tree frogs bouncing around in the greens to the lush flowers beckoning from the water’s edge to snap some pics…

Yep, it sure beats work!

20180629_115739

Advertisements

I love winter

Yesterday was this Winter’s first real snow storm. For hours the snow was blowing in heavily and all you could see was white furious flurry and the vague shadows of trees battered in the wind.

Today the sun is shining, the storm is over, calm is restored. It is gorgeous outside. It is peaceful and I’m enjoying digging my way through the snow, out the front door, to the barn, and to all the spots where I feed the birds.

The birds are happy and are gratefully crowding the feeders. Woodpeckers, blue jays, cardinals, sparrows, starlings… It is a regular feeding frenzy out there.

I am waiting for the snow plow to clear my driveway and I am glad I don’t need to leave yet… I surely would be stuck as soon as I kicked the car in reverse. In some spots the snow is knee deep, in others just high enough to lap over the edge of my boots.

I wish I had a one horse sleigh… This would be the perfect day to take my Percheron mare out for a little joy ride!

A stroll into fantasy

I love walking in the forest on a crisp morning. Birds singing and bugs humming, early sunlight filtering through the the luscious shades of green, accenting the dark and sturdy tree trunks reaching out of the fertile ground. The light scent of ferns and wildflowers intermingled with musky wafts of composting leaves and rich soil… I breathe in deeply and release any tension as I take in the beauty and continuity of nature, of life, really.

Thoughts, worries, doubts, regrets vanish as I see potential for play all around. An old stump rises out of the ferns. Roots above ground form a cave, and at a glance it looks as though a scene for a fairytale… I stand and watch waiting for the slightest hint of movement suggesting I stepped into a different world of magical creatures. I imagine tiny fairies and unicorns and sourcerers… For a moment I wish to live in that world. Just a tiny figure disappearing among ferns and stems without making a sound, safe from the pressures of life.

And for a moment, as I gaze into the tree tops high above me, I realize I am that tiny figure, surrounded by a world much bigger than the everyday woes and duties we call reality. A world full of possibility and opportunity and freedom.