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Wild Strawberries
When we were in our hay-field where our neighbor was doing the cutting the other day, we found out just how far our wild strawberry patch stretches. It is an impressive spread! But does it produce fruit?, you might ask. Cyndie did some hunting. I’ve been told that wild strawberries will be much smaller, and won’t taste as sweet. She got a chance to test the veracity of that claim, when she found fruit.
She agreed.
Here is the sum total of her harvest:
Berries Appearing
Looks like the raspberries are happy with the weather we’ve been having. The bushes are everywhere here.
Hey, Mary, we can have a contest to see who gets the most berries! Our problem will be that the raspberry bushes are spread across much of our acreage, not contained all in one location. I fear the birds will have had their way with them long before we get a chance to hunt them down and harvest.
We also noticed quite a sizable patch of wild strawberries growing in our pasture. I’m told they don’t bear large fruit, and won’t be as sweet as the cultivated ones that are sold in stores. We’d love to add them to our bounty, but I suspect it will be hard to beat the wild critters roaming the grounds, to getting them.
Last night, the frogs – or a frog – were/was so loud that it got almost obnoxious, so Cyndie stepped out the door to the deck and hollered at them/it and clapped her hands. Silence erupted, for a few minutes, anyway.
We have high hopes to get a lot done today, but rain may once again spoil our plans.
I expect the berries will all be just fine with that.
Nice View
One benefit that I have particularly enjoyed since moving to the country, is the improved view of the sky, and being able to see weather events. The shot below is from last Sunday evening, when we were returning home from Father’s Day festivities at Cyndie’s parent’s home in Edina, MN.
I wonder what thoughts went through the minds of the first humans to witness a rainbow.
This one changed a lot during the time we were able to observe it. There was a period where the colors became the most vivid and well-defined as I can recall ever seeing. Since we were in a moving vehicle, I had to wait until our car had turned just enough to allow me to capture a shot out of the side window. The windshield was so speckled from impacts with insects that I chose not to shoot through it during the time when the rainbow was directly in front of us.
More Babies
Not long after Cyndie spotted the two young fawns in our back yard, we discovered we have other babies. You know those frogs that I have mentioned we keep hearing, but have yet to see? Well, elusive as they may be, they’ve left their offspring in plain sight. Our landscape pond is teeming with tadpoles. I think we might soon have more frogs than we care to see around here. I wonder, do raccoons eat tadpoles? Cyndie has decided to bring in her bird feeders at night, so the local ‘coons may be on the lookout for other easy pickings.
Prominent Perch
I just love looking at this guy. This is the eagle statue that used to be down by the barn. When we first got here, it was buried out of sight beneath a tangle of bramble that had been allowed to grow, uncontrolled. It took a visiting contractor to notice him there and point it out to me.
I uncovered it, and then we left him there for a while. When we later made the decision to dig out the hill he was on, to make a route behind the barn to drive vehicles, we needed to find another spot for him to perch. Nothing really jumped out to me, so we parked him in this new spot, almost out of default for having no place else that seemed ideal.
Now that he’s been there for a while, I think it’s the perfect placement. He certainly commands greater attention here. It is at the top of the driveway, 90° to the garage doors on the house, and on top of the hill above the back yard.
When the wonderful folks who sold us this place stopped by for a visit a few weeks ago, we were informed that the eagle used to belong to her father. She noticed him there right away. I was pleased that she was able to find him now commanding a spot of such prominence.
I feel as though his expression changes from time to time, when I look at him. Sometimes, I see a sly smile. Other times, he appears very stern.
I’d be more than happy if it turns out that his glare is something that will ward off snakes.
Mystery
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Mystery radiates from everything
filling a void most choose to ignore
lightly dusting echoes with possibility
triggering that hint of a sneeze
asking for nothing
expecting even less
waiting for the evening
of our days
when you are long gone
though, you were never even here
just a figment of imagination
made real by possibility
and repetition
false memory
as credible as belief
a platform from which to dive
into the unknown
naked and alone
holding hope
and using it to float
past all the rest
of everything that doesn’t matter
happening every day
letting the ever-changing daylight
paint the backdrop of inner space
deeper shades of each unknown
effortlessly
without a hint or clue
quietly
as if not to awaken
some logical reference
to concrete and sequence
a genuine happiness
waiting to gently alight
from somewhere out of view
a phantom itch
that needs a scratch
… a void
that mystery gladly fills
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