Peripatetic philomaths…focusing on what's really important, eating ethically and cleanly, fermenting, foraging/wildcrafting, practicing herbalism, and being responsible stewards of our land. Sharing our photos, musings, and learnings. Still seeking our tribe.
I love the pine trees that grow on our property. There aren’t many, and they’re old and look like they’ve had difficult lives, but they’re stunning, nonetheless. The gnarled, raised bark begs to be touched…but for the pitch! For me, the smell of warm pine needles and pitch evoke good memories of camping in the mountains in the summer, surrounded by towering pines and the most heavenly clean air. Thank you, trees, for playing such a vital part in humans’ survival on this planet!
For those who like hidden meanings…do you know someone like this, whose scars and evidence of suffering are visible? And, even in a society that places such importance on physical beauty, is a truly lovely individual?
It snowed yesterday and continued overnight. The puffy morning clouds present in the gloriously sunny morning gradually coalesced into an oddly bright – though thickly cloudy – “snow sky” in the afternoon. Later, the snow fell in big, carefree flakes; watching it float down, swirling, is like witnessing the dance of thousands of tiny crystalline butterflies…mesmerizing, magical moments.
I hope that you, too, still marvel at the world’s everyday beauty – and if you’re able, go play in the snow!
If you have hedge apple trees (also called Osage Orange), you know about the long, sharp thorns. It makes sense that it was once used as natural fencing – who or what would dare push through that? Having tangled with it more than once, I keep this particular tree pruned back so that none of the spines are at eye level (!), yet leave enough branches to create an aerial predator-unfriendly shelter for the fowl (though those thorns can also get stuck in their feet and result in bumblefoot). I consider this a truce of sorts, being extremely loath to cut down any trees.
For those who like to look for hidden meanings in poetry – as I do – perhaps this poem could also be metaphorical. Who knows?
Who’s ready for spring? I am, and numerous plants also appear ready, even though we’re still in the throes of winter – the elderberry bushes have pushed out new growth, seen here bedecked with frost. Yikes. Hopefully, the plants’ optimism won’t be crushed by brutally frigid temperatures. Frost occurs as late as May here…perhaps the elderberry missed the memo.
May the optimism of the elderberry bushes be contagious today.
What starts a morning off better than being greeted by a stunning sunrise? I get to enjoy these regularly (weather permitting) because they coincide with morning potty time for our pups. Seeing Nature’s breathtaking display and knowing that there are others out there who just take sunrise for granted, who may visually process the occurrence but not really think about what they’re seeing, makes me want to soak in its sheer magnificence, (silently) proclaiming, “I see you, in all your splendor!”
The wonder of the natural world is all around us…look for it.
When I went to refresh the pigs’ water bowl this morning, I found a dead field mouse floating in it. The pigs currently live in the barn until the pastures are ready for them to return (in the spring), so mice aren’t surprising…but this is the second mouse to meet its end in the bowl.