We just had the pastures brush-hogged. They were overgrown with all the rain we’ve had. Fanny and Lulu preferred what was growing in the marsh to the cut grass.
I dreamed I was riding a white horse through a frozen snow-covered field.
Everything was shades of whites and blues.
The full moon was so big it took up a third of the sky and was reflected in the icy field as if it were a lake.
I got off the horse and she ran ahead of me to where other horses gathered.
I realized that I didn’t have a rein or a rope and it was up to her if she would come back or not.
I’m always trailing threads around. They stick to my clothes and I find them all over the farm inside and out. This one was hanging from an invisible thread and blowing in the breeze from the open window.
Last year when we let our front lawn grow wild without cutting it. There were a few daisies, and some clover. This year there are lots more wildflowers. I just noticed the Chickory today and decided it was time to take some pictures of the flowers that have found our lawn a good place to grow.
There are three times as many daisies growing this year. They’re spreading nicely.
We have lots of varieties of clover growing in the lawn. I haven’t figured out all their names. I do know that the sheep and donkeys like many of them.
I’ve seen these flowers for most of my life, but I never knew their name until now. It was believed that the flower when dried would clear a house of fleas.
The thistle plant is the biggest in the lawn, almost as big as me. Prickly as it is, I do love the soft purple flowers. And if it starts to spread too much, I can always feed them to Fanny and Lulu who love to munch on them.
Another flower that I’ve seen so often but never knew its name.
I suspect this very fancy Black-eyed Susan made its way to the lawn from my wildflower garden on the edge of the pasture.
Yarrow grows wild all over the farm. Now it’s on the front lawn too.
Ever since I got my free-motion sewing machine I’ve been telling the stories of the farm and my life in images and words I’ve created with it.
Kitty and Anne are the latest story. They roosted on the old pink Victorian chair in the barn, like it was their throne. I took their picture then turned them into a potholder.
I made six Kitty and Anne on the Pink Chair Potholders. I stitched them on a vintage linen table runner. I cut off the hand-stitched decorative edging and sewed it onto the top and bottom of the potholders. As always with my potholders, I “draw” each one individually so they are all slightly different.
I didn’t get a chance to take pictures of them all before it got dark, so I’ll put them up for sale in my Etsy Shop tomorrow. Or you can email me about the at [email protected]. They’re $30 each + $5 shipping for one or more.
The pine needle was dangling from a spiders silk. It’s strangely translucent in this video, twisting and turning on the air.
Sometimes the four chickens will be seen together, but mostly it’s Kitty and Anne palling around together while White Hen and Brown Hen do their own thing.
Kitty and Anne still come to me when I call them, but they spend their days doing what chickens do, pecking around for bugs. Today they found a pile of old manure which kept them busy for a while.
The donkeys and sheep have accepted them without question.
I was searching. I had the need to see something I never had before in the things I look at every day. So I put the macro lens on my iPhone and wandered the farm, inside and out.
It felt like hope to me, the idea that I could find something wonderous where I didn’t expect it. I took picture after picture, but not finding what I was looking for finally gave up.
Instead, I went to the big maple behind my studio, a place I spend little time, and leaned against the tree, soaking in its slow calm.
But the thick chunks of bark were filled with life. Moths fluttered from their hiding places behind the bark, like tiny bats emerging from their sleeping place. A big black ant scurried in and out of the crevices as if looking for something it had lost. A spider feasted on her catch in her small web.
Water dripped off the branches and soaked the bark in a deep crevasse where long ago two trees had grown together to create one. Distracted by the bright green lichen, it took me a moment to see the mushrooms. The largest one was a sixteenth of an inch at most. They grew up and down the crevasse so small I had no idea what they really looked like till I focused my lens on them.
I was looking for a miracle and I had found it.