It's been such a dry white season since I last posted, I thought I would take a few minutes out of my Joon-teemph celebration and put up some photos.The holler is still green and peaceful.
Some of us are more peaceful than others...
Gabriel plowed up a garden plot for us in the south pasture.
Coming back from time in the woodlot...
The blackberry bushes are loaded down. If I don't get the bird netting on them soon, we won't get many of 'em...
Some of our onions from last year were still in the ground, and MeeMaw harvested them. She put them in a salad, and they tasted better than anything I've ever bought in a store with beeping scanners and bleeping employees.
A view of the Cough in full springtide:
And the watchdarg of the Cough...
I am utterly surrounded by all kinds of beauty.
This is a cross section of the old bird tree. I've been chain-sawing it into sections, a bit at a time...
Since we posted this sign, Bonnie's self-esteem has ratcheted up several notches.
Here is our miniature azalea in full flower. Short-lived but deeply brilliant, like William Cowper:
Bonnie alerted us to the presence of a visitor.I took him up in the woodlot and told him to catch lots of pests but to leave my chickens alone. A few days later, on a rainy afternoon, I looked up and found myself staring into his eyes (or one of his relatives; they all look alike, donchaknow) while the scaly, writhey body was wound around a sapling.
We found this old mill on one of our traditional Sunday afternoon drives.
On that same drive...
One of MeeMaw's ground cover plants.
The eggs will arrive someday. They will. They will.
The coop, just past dawn...
We recently watched "Crazy Heart," which we enjoyed very much. MeeMaw bought me the soundtrack, and my favorite song came home to me with considerable force yesterday. By now, most of you know that our pastor and his wife lost their other little twin son. Right after I heard the news, I headed to the hospital to see John and Jennifer. On the drive down out of the mountains, I was listening to "Brand New Angel." Bad theology but great music.
Well it rained last night
And the stars shone bright
And way off yonder
We heard the whippoorwill.
At the first light of dawn
We heard that he was gone.
Our hearts was empty
And our eyes was filled.
Open the gates;
Welcome him in.
There's a brand new angel,
A brand new angel
With an old violin.
In music he heard
All the songs of the birds.
And he said that some songs
Is like a clear fall day.
But he played his last refrain
Oh but the song will remain.
Though he's put his bow down
And closed his case.
Open the gates;
Welcome him in.
'Cause there's a brand new angel,
There's a brand new angel
With an old violin.
One of the cows was trying to calve when I took this picture. She must have given birth during the night, because the next day, she and her baby were off on the far hill.
Babes in springtime:
MeeMaw enjoying her new cedar-wood swing:
The girls on parade.
Bonnie supervising MeeMaw as the black-eyed peas get weeded.
Evening has come. Rest well, loved ones.
~ PeePaw
