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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Pigs are omnivores and opportunistic eaters. They kinda eat anything they can, and sometimes, even in the wild, they’ll eat carrion. *shrugs* Maybe it does wear down their teeth.
I love the first whisper and rustle of autumn. Seems early this year. Wonderful pictures and sounds with words today. Happy Friday!
Poetry. Lovely.
My tall tall cornfields gossip. I like your symphony orchestra better. I’ll talk to this this morning. Perhaps there are some musicians in the field.
I love Big Dog. Just love him. Love frogs and toads too, but sadly never get to see any here in suburbia. To see any sweet creatures of their ilk I have to go to the pet store then HATE that they are for sale. Then any scumbag can come along and buy them.
Thank you for letting me “listen” to your farm. I quite enjoyed that! Please do share more of the snorts and rustles. Your posts lavish my senses. Beautiful.
Another beautiful post, Celi. This cooler weather is your muse. Funny you should mention the corn changing colors. This week, my wisteria turned yellow. I don’t recall it ever changing this far ahead of everything else. I hope it’s all right. I planted it 14 years ago and it took 7 years to bloom for the first time. I could very well be wrong but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’ll know for sure next Spring. Until then, I’m going to get back there and check it’s base as best I can. I wonder if someone dumped something on it or if something is eating it.
Have a great day, Celi!
Glad you said it took 7 years to bloom! I have had one 4 years now, it is huge but I have had no blooms on it. Was thinking of cutting it down, but now I will give it a little longer!
Yes, 7 years but it is soo worth the wait. The blooms are beautiful as it perfumes one side of my yard in May. I’ve lilacs that perfume the other side. Please don’t give up on it!
You have such a gift for words, I love reading your beautiful descriptions of your daily life on the farm. Us subburban girls do not get to enjoy such beauty !! It really inspires me to get our back yard filled up with beautiful things !! It is pretty bare right now, but was neglected for years by the former owner. It will never compare to a farm, but I hope to create our own little sanctuary on our small slice of land !! It sounds like a lot of hard work, your farm, but it also sounds like it is worth every minute of it !!
You will have a wonderful time resurrecting your back yard, how exciting! c
Good God! You are a startling fella. Six VERY Overfed pigs!
I think me and Big Dog have something in common. We are not giving up summer and we are not happy at noticing that the nights are growing shorter what-so-ever lol. I may not speak Dog language, but I totally understand him perfectly in this moment 🙂
Celi, your description of the corn was pure and lovely…
Every time I read one of your posts, I feel I am on holiday on the farm with you! I come away refreshed!
Big Dog is the dogification those Zen days, where everything just is. The orchestra of the Universe is quietly, melodiously tuning its instruments. Those kind of days are better felt than witnessed.
This post was poetry!
What a beautiful post, perfect for the turn in the weather and the change of the seasons…I wish you more frogs…whenever I hear they’ve gone missing, i get nervous (like when the dolphins go missing in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”!
I can only imagine it is because it has been so cold this year. we started out with piles of them in the spring..