John and I were down at Struan Farm this past week on "holiday." Most people we know take vacations to sunny, tropical islands and sip cocktails at sunset on the beach. We're different, we know: we both love doing physical work at the farm, it grounds us.
Lately I've been feeling old and grumpy and in need of perspective if not a lotto win. I suspect subconsciously I'm trying to cope with aging, and a fear (irrational or otherwise) of becoming irrelevant professionally. Nothing like tackling a messy garden and walking around the farm to re-balance one's priorities.
On my overgrown garden bank I discovered this lone magnolia blossom. The tree had been chopped back to large stumps, in fact had no leaves. This perfect flower bloomed at the end of a long, thin branch, a miracle really:
Another day John and I went for a walk up to check out the fruit trees in the orchard. Enroute we noticed the larch trees growing new little cones:
I found one special daffodil in the front garden that we hadn't noticed before:
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things." --William Wordsworth
To top it off, I heard the Shining Cuckoo singing away for the first time this season. He's told me to be thankful for all this, and I am.
I love your life! Who wouldn't want to vacation at Struan Farm?
Posted by: Marilyn | 09/26/2011 at 01:34 PM