I had nothing. Yesterday passed with glorious nothingness. Camera House resting up. Though I did have a piglet chewing on a bone that some stupid dog had buried in the straw. He was happy, I let him chew. He just carried it around with him. Should I give all the pigs bones? Like dogs? Is this why their teeth get long and sharp. Nothing to chew on?
And Daisy pushed a fence so far down she stepped over it into the field where the hormonally raging ram Hairy Maclairy was, then wondered what the hell she was doing and tried to jam herself back into her own yards. Still no photograph though.
I weeded the frog garden which we are going to cover with a hooped plastic lid this year to extend our growing time. But it is difficult to photograph. And only has one frog. Where are all the frogs this year?
Dogs slept under trees and sheep thought about nothing. I thought about showing you the ONE spigot (tap) that I run all the hoses from, most of my muscles are from dragging hoses. And when the water is running they are heavy. I thought about this when I was dragging the hose from one side of the property to the other. I can FEEL the muscles in my arms when I do this. They moan to me. But the thought floated through nothingness as I worked and I forgot to take that shot too.
Big Dog thinking about nothing. This is his best thought. The Dog Days. We are not giving up summer that easily.
The clean up crew had nothing to clean up in the pig pen as the piglets are very good children and GO out in the fields, where we most need the manure. Later the camera was too far away when all the piglets let themselves out UNDER the electric fence and went to roll in cow pats. Fresh Green is their favourite colour.
The corn is very softly, very silently, very carefully turning golden from the feet up. It’s voice is changing as the wind flows through the fields. The flutes and violins are fading and the brushed percussion section is beginning to play. Ever so quietly. A growling woodwind with a small breath. Barely heard but it is building. The conductor is turning to their section. It is almost time, the players are straightening their skirts and their backs, turning the pages and tilting their heads. Ready. Soon the whole symphony will be a collection of rustles, crackles and sighs. Harmonious, but first, the sorrowful rustling whispering melody of approaching harvest beginning to shadow its way through the rows, the section a dissonant descant to the leaching green.
My ever-changing landscape is changing again.
And that is all. That was my whole day. I am sure I meant to take more pictures. Instead I took my ears.
The Postmistress and I are picking pears this afternoon. The tree in her alley is so laden we are afraid for the branches so they can ripen in the shed. Then we will begin apple cider.
You have a lovely day too.
your friend on the farm, celi
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it going to be such a difference when all of the corn is cut down. will you feel exposed?
It is like being launched out to sea, when you wake up the next morning and there is only the sea. At first it is a little shock, then you get to like the open space again.. no more skinny dipping in the pool though! c
The music changes as the light wanes…the lazy sun stays abed later and retires earlier and earlier…Too many times, the camera is nowhere to be found, so memory will have to serve.
Have a lovely day, Sweetie 😀
Morning honey, It is a full day today so i am sure it will be lovely. Hope you have a good one too, are both the children in some kind of pre school, half days? c
Just Angel, Monday through Thursday…Niko cries when we drop her off, but only for a few seconds. Then he has Grandmom all to himself for a few hours 🙂 Today is (so far) a hang around in jammies day…I’m good for that!
You’ve hit all the right chords when talking about the farm. Isn’t the silence beautiful??? And the dog…doesn’t every farm need a dog who just sits there and enjoys everything we are seeing??? As far as frogs, I have seen one toad and a garden spider that could win a prize for its size!!! My favorite thing, though, is watching the hawks swirling in the sky on a breeze and floating there magically. Think I’ll go lay down with the dog, face to the sky, and act like I have nothing to do (again, like the dog)!!!
A dog is a girls best friend after all.. c
How true!!!
With regard to pigs and bones. “Bricktop”, a gangster in Guy Rithchie’s movie “Snatch”, has this to say about pigs and bone :
Brick Top: “And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it’s no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies’ digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t want to go sievin’ through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, “as greedy as a pig”.
Now, how many pigs do you have, Celi? 🙂
Love that movie. 🙂
Wow large sweet corn farm! I do this sweet corn and tobacco planting after sometimes in philippines supposedly a piece of this area only. I miss this farm life…
A poem of a post that morphed into music: Jubilate Deo!
I discovered I have a frog who has taken up residence in my water garden pot and has a rather good sized family now, despite the dry weather we’ve been having. I was standing by the pot last Saturday and heard a “plop!” and looked into the water and saw him swimming around, lol. He occasionally comes up to suntan on the edge.
We have all your frogs this year; everywhere you step the ground springs to life and scatters. I’m afraid we’ll squash one someday.
You must have a lot of muscles with the hoses! I have one and I usually have a few choice words for it as I’m dragging it about.
Dear old Sheila…was that boned pork..or pork on the bone!
Your description of your cornfield is so poetic..I just had to read it to my hub…but being a man..he did not quite grasp the beauty of the words…..
Oh Celi, I squealed with joy when I opened my post box this morning because inside was an envelope from you! THANK YOU!!! I was so excited, I raced home, packaged your book and went back down to the post office sending your parcel on it’s way! Hope it doesn’t take too long to reach you.
Quite apt you mentioning your postmistress in today’s post.
Have a beautiful happy and warm farmy weekend.
🙂 Mandy xo
I absolutely look forward to your blogs my friend. I love reading about your life on the farm. Mommy says I came from one but I don’t remember that life. I was only three weeks when I left – who remembers life at three weeks, right? Have an awesome weekend! XOXO – Bacon
Your description of the ripening cornfields is splendid, music to my ears. I’ll never think of a cornfield in quite the same way again. This is lovely and poetic.
The other night I woke to the need to use the loo (toilet). Usually I don’t bother turning on lights as I know my way around my little cottage quite well. For some reason this time though, I switched on the bathroom light to see a huge great toad sitting in the middle of the floor! I stepped back out of the bathroom and said to Shelly (all my animals have to follow me), “did I really just see a Toad in there”. She cocked her head , peeped around the door then looked at me as if to say “Yep that’s a big toad”. So at some god awful time of the night there I am with a pot and lid trying to get the toad to jump in so I can get him outside. Of course every time he jumped, so did I and missed him completely. Both dogs are watching me from the door, and Kia is sitting on the freezer grinning (I am sure it was her that brought the darn thing in!). Got it in the end and released him into a huge flower bed out side. Went back to bed, then remembered I hadn’t ‘done’ what I had gone to the loo for in the first place LOL
Needless to say I have loads of frogs and big warty toads in my garden
Lyn that is hilarious! i can just imagine you in the dead of night, in your nightie and bare feet, scuttling about trying to catch a Toad! What a laugh!! Glad it all worked out in the end! c