Sometimes, we need a bit of levity in our lives, and having a cockerel (young rooster) ride around in your jacket provides it. Of course, it’s risky putting an animal in your jacket (or pocket, for that matter) because they poop. A lot. And wherever they happen to be…and if that’s in your jacket, well, you see where that’s going. Regardless, the risk is outweighed by the sheer fun of having a friendly chicken snuggle into your jacket. And if there’s poop…it happens.
Author: Carrie
Haiku: First Flowers
Are these popping up around you, too? I guess that it’s February showers that bring March flowers (at least now). It’s such a psychological boost to see the austere winter landscape coming to life once again and the earliest happy faces, the daffodils, smiling serenely…as they always do. Don’t forget to stop and smell those flowers.
For the fellow word nerds out there: what’s more satisfying when composing haiku than a single word that both fits the bill and has five syllables (swoon)? It’s like playing Scrabble and using every tile…and that’s how I prefer to play it, making as many (arguably esoteric) polysyllabic words as possible and trying to use all of my tiles. It may not rack up as many points, but it’s so much fun!
Spring Farm Babies: Precocious Pasture Piglets
Spring is commonly viewed as a time of renewal and new beginnings, and while it’s not technically here yet, it certainly feels springlike: birds are singing, grass is growing, trees are budding, and babies are being born. You caught that – born, not hatched? We’re pleased to welcome our first litter of pasture piglets!
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Part of the fun of fermenting is being creative, and when you’re moving nascent wine to a secondary and you see this…well, it merits capture not only in a photo, but in verse. Art is everywhere, if you look for it.
Haiku: A Tree’s Tale
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?
Haiku: Under Cover Of Darkness
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!