Leave a CommentShare: |
Subscribe
The farm is colored so beautifully right now. Autumn is a season of contradiction with its bursting vibrancy against an onslaught of bare limbs. Winter is coming, with all its unknowns–Danger, Will Robinson! And yet it’s not here yet, and there is so much life dancing in wild glory. And for me, it symbolizes a full circle of seasons here, coming back around to the end and the beginning. Every farm begins with a certain amount of naive ambition, as must every farm year–or you wouldn’t have the guts to continue. Fall is a time to see the accomplishment of making it another year, and to gear up to take on the next. The end and the beginning–the circle of challenge, hardship, and joy. Farm life is pure in that way, simple in its complexity.
I took Gwennie for a walk in the pasture, the better to see my autumn. Look who’s waiting for me at the gate! Fascinated by me, yes, she is.
And suspicious.
Matted, too. Yikes, been in a few burrs there, Shortcake?
Somebody needs some stall time for a good grooming. She can hardly wait for that!
The “short” in Shortcake:
Donkeys arrive just as Gwennie and I head through the gate.
Donkeys are scary! Gwennie is terrified of the donkeys. Poky gets it, she really gets it, and so she makes Gwennie’s life a nightmare, stamping at her and kicking back with her hooves. That Poky, she is a naughty one!
She and Jack follow, follow, follow.
Gwennie walks faster, nearly pulling the lead from my hand as we trail along the creekbed and up toward the pasture. No time to enjoy autumn–there are donkeys on our trail!
Whew, luckily donkeys aren’t that dedicated, especially uphill. We rise onto the upper pasture and we’re alone, just Gwennie and I. She’s so relieved. Post-traumatic donkey disorder:
She feels better now.
I would like a tree house here–wouldn’t that be nice? A comfy one, with pillows and a drink. I could stretch out and read and gaze upon my view all day.
I took one of my favorite photos of the farm up here, about a year ago. This one:
I think of it and wonder if I can find that spot again. Here?
No. Here?
I didn’t take a look at the photo before I left the house, so I can’t remember the details enough to get it right, though I think I’m close…..enough. Then I realize that it doesn’t matter because when I look down there now at this farm in autumn splendor, I see my home, my barn, my goats, my sheep, my chickens…. Farther down and beyond the barn, is the field with my cows. And my horses, they are coming, following us up here with those silly donkeys. A year ago, I took a picture of someone else’s farm. Today as I come around the final curve and lean into the first one again, I take a picture of….
….mine.
(Hurry, Gwennie!)
(The donkeys are coming!)
9:24
am
9:46
am
9:56
am
11:17
am
11:48
am
12:48
pm
2:00
pm
Yes you definitely need a tree house up there…or at least a little cabin hideaway for when you need to get away for a while. Perhaps that’s why the bench was in the your field, just to sit on and enjoy the view.
2:02
pm
2:02
pm
4:12
pm
Just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you right now! And how amazing you are to do all this basically on your own. No, you do not need a man to help you run this place. You are fine on your own right now. You still have lots of healing to do. And you are doing great on your own, with your guy helpers when you need them. Keep doing what you’re doing, lady!! And enjoy that beautiful WV farm country.
4:31
pm
Kitty
Havana, FL
10:13
pm
Donkeys and mules are cute critters…but they can be a hazard to dogs. My son’s basset was very brave on the safe side of the fence…of course the mule just had to stamp his feet and that lazy dog was gone! Donkeys have been known to stamp a lamb to death…yes be careful. Gwennie is a very smart dog.
1:26
am