It was a good summer. The best summer in a long time because I was at the trailer in the country working from home for most of it and my daughters were close. There is nothing better than to be around your family and your dogs. Being in the country allows a slower pace that is that is good for observation. In the city you miss things because you have to move at a certain pace or you will be the one blocking foot traffic. You can’t look up at the sky for too long or you could step in dog shit. In the country your eye and your mind have the freedom to wander.
This summer I saw how the deep green of the mid-summer vegetation changed. Now everything has a yellowish cast to it. The fields are lime green from the goldenrod in bloom. There are tiny flowers blooming making splotches that look like pink smoke. Over anxious maples that are turning red and russet colored bushes signal the wan of summer and the start of autumn. Everywhere you smell the sweet smell of the last of the hay being cut. The nights are heavy with the song of black crickets.
Here are some things that I learned this summer:
I enjoy seeing livestock when I look out the window.
I like to doze off to sleep and wake in the morning to the sound of softly tinkling goat bells.
I write more when I’m alone
Water boils faster on the mountain
Jersey cow milk makes the best butter
We went through a lot of sugar due to the hummingbird feeder, the brewing of Kombucha and the canning of peaches
It sure is nice to have lights on in more than one room (first full summer with solar powered electricity)
There are more women farmers than I imagined
If you leave your hair loose when you walk in the woods, deer fly get caught in it and it’s easy to kill them that way
Blue jays have a beautiful way of swooping down when they fly and they really love wild blueberries
In the country you experience sudden unexpected fragrances depending on the direction of the wind and which plants it is blowing through at the time
Hummingbirds chitter

Cowbella Farm’s Jersey cows and a woman farmer
Lovely, Ileana. I felt like I was there.
thanks always for reading dear Renee