Just so no one is confused Saturday, Aug 5 2017 

The original author of the blog here, chiming in. From now on posts will be by another person who is as close to this place as I. The point of this blog has always been the place, not the author, not the names of the people. I hope the new author continues to write and I hope that the many followers continue to enjoy.

My work both in writing and around the farm has shifted substantially and blog posts simply don’t fit in at the moment, for a number of reasons.

Mowing Friday, Aug 4 2017 

is one of those things which most folks possessed of (or by) a lawn have to do from time to time. Most of the time it is a chore of varying pleasure, depending somewhat on what one is using to to do the mowing. Mowing a paddock, however, has some real entertainment value. Swallows and field mice. The swallows are best, and it is just a joy to watch them making high speed passes over the area, sometimes beside one as one goes along, sometimes just in front, sometimes high overhead. They are wonderful graceful aerial acrobats. The fact that they are just after the bugs which the mower kicks up is more or less irrelevant. The field mice are just good humour. They don’t really like being mowed over, of course (though it doesn’t seem to hurt them) and so one sees them from time to time, dashing madly for cover, and one can’t help but at least chuckle.

We might get wet… Wednesday, Aug 2 2017 

We have always enjoyed, perhaps a little perversely, watching thunderstorms come up across the meadow.  Sometimes they produce a real drenching — sometimes they don’t amount to anything at all, and go grumbling away somewhere else.  Wait and see what this one does.

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Haying Monday, Jul 31 2017 

There is something very satisfying about haying. Yes, it is hot and dusty work, but at the end of the day, when the hay is cut and picked up and in the barn, one can look back and be content, and know that one has accomplished something.

Of course the technology has changed a bit in the century plus we’ve been haying this field, but the contentment is the same!
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And where Saturday, Jul 29 2017 

might I ask did the summer go?  Apologies and all that to those who’ve been wondering — but we’ve been just a bit busy and distracted down on the farm lately.  Sorry… We’ll try to get back to it, but we’re not guaranteeing that we’ll make much sense!

But enjoy the sunset, late in July…

June Sunset Saturday, Jun 3 2017 

21st century problems Thursday, Jun 1 2017 

How precisely is the next generation supposed to fall in love with the natural world if a sufficient number of parents are sufficiently sue-happy and risk-averse to make the various organizations that would be in charge of such matchmaking (land trusts, schools, scouts, etc) so gun shy that organizing a survey of dragonflies (kids with butterfly nets, what’s not to like) is so hemmed in by concerns that almost no location works: parking issues, tick issues, long walk issues, hazardous trees, swampy ground that doesn’t work for inappropriate foot gear, etc….

Grrr.

Iris Wednesday, May 31 2017 

Usually the iris are starting to bloom about now, and we do have some iris blooming here. But, it seems that it is not a good year for them. Not just this garden either, but the other one that I take care of as well. Very few blooms in both of them. And the other one has a garden that is set up specifically for iris, and iris love it, but very few blooms there this year as well (relatively speaking). I sort of wonder if last year’s drought set them back somehow. Like so many plants, last year probably affects this year.

Memorial Day Monday, May 29 2017 

I contemplated a variety of musical selections from the Star Spangled Banner to Dixie, from Ashokan Farewell to God Bless Robert E. Lee but…I’m a Commonwealth Yankee and an Anglican to boot, and distant from the popular mood in both the US and the UK. So:

 

Pruning Sunday, May 28 2017 

Getting there! I got the dead wood out of the River Birch and made it so that the Red Maple doesn’t completely impinge on the drive way. What is nice is that neither tree looks the worse for it, they simply look as they ought to.

A good day, pleasant to spend the entire afternoon outside doing this bit of gardening or that. Now if only I had picked up the brush pile…..tomorrow, I promise! Weeds are much easier to deal with, I make a point of having a five gallon bucket to hand while weeding. By the time I’ve filled it, I need to stretch (or stop) and so the walk to compost heap with the bucket suits admirably. And no piles that have to be cleaned up at the end when one is too tired to do so.

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