Pic Post of Homeland

 

WheatBeforeAmber

The rolling, prairie oceans of green are on the brink of morphing into the Amber Waves of Grain – 10 days estimated to the east of here – 2-3 weeks locally –

And, every day, when the western horizon turns dark with storm clouds, I pray –

“Please, Please – bring rain, not hail, this year’s crop fields so beautiful – please, let the beauty remain…”

I’m not a dryland farmer – so what do I know what last year’s snowfall, this cooler spring, actually did to ‘business yields’?  –

But to all my beloved Dryland Farmers, here in the heart of the Bread Basket of the World – Know that when skies darken, clouds swirl, hail is forecasted, You are in in my thoughts and an extra prayer is whispered for you  – 🙂

(and if you buy your flour at the store, in 5lb bags, you probably ought to get on Mother Nature’s good side, too….)

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Next up – The windmill perched upon the hill I passed everyday during my bus ride to school – and can still drive by and enjoy, any time I wish –

 

Picture of Windmill in June Afternoon in Colorado***********

An attempt to capture/share….

(and, yes, missed capturing all I saw and felt in one perfect picture  – I simply must carve out the time/funds to take some photography courses…)

Next in line-up comes the beauty of curing hay that will nourish stock through winter, flanked by a hill of Clover –

This has been the year for Clover – Doesn’t happen, all the time, and ya just got try to catch it, enjoy it and experience when it deigns to arrive…

(Except for those of you with allergies – sorry this heavy clover year makin’ ya miserable….)

Picture of curing Hay, flanked by resting fields

It has also been the Year of Robins

An elder of the Robin clan has often joined me in the garden, since I moved here – this means, I must be doing something right, right?  Cuz this year, not only he, but his entire clan have flocked to my slice of heaven –

He, I’ve come to know; a limp accompanies him on every step – whether from advanced age or a long-ago injury, I know not and won’t claim to know…

He has gray/white tufts mixed in, here and there, amidst the black that borders his red breast.  But his presence and bearing is, really, what makes it easy for me to know he has come to visit.

His breast, even in springtime, doesn’t announce loud, scarlet insistence to be lauded and noticed, like the  some of younger of the clan, do –

(whadda I know? Really?  I ain’t a young Robin Female looking for a mate – I think the more muted red is classy…)

I’ve learned to await his visit, every spring –

He has become my companion, and when the day arrives, when he no longer does, I will sorely miss him.

He arrives early, stays long and seems to like it here as much as I do.

He doesn’t have much use for  noisy, power tools (even battery operated ones) but will always happily do his thing within a foot or less of where I sit, weeding or dreaming.  And though the camera flash in twilight took some gettin’ used too, he still hopped ever closer, to where I was – once I moved into the better light from the western sky – 🙂

And though, he has become The One I can pick out of the crowd –

I have to confess, I’ve completely personalized it and think these visits mean I’m doing something, somewhere, right -for not only me, but those who share this slice of Earth….

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He and I are comfortable with each other -and, I like to think, trust each other –

He accepts me in all my idiocy and I don’t try to coddle or make a pet of him –

He is one of my mentors –

If he is missing for too many days, I don’t worry – What could I possibly have that would be of help to a Robin?

I simply figure I need to re-think my life choices and once I have straightened up and am once more flying in tune with nature’s dance,  he will deign to grace me with a visit.

He is who I think out-loud to, while I negotiate the mind numbing task of getting every stinkin’ weed (even if just sprouted and needs to be pricked out using tweezers OR I got behind and don heavy duty leather work gloves to make sure the thorns/thistles on said weed don’t have me bleedin’ so bad, I wonder just why I chose this life project… )

He listens, cocks his head in wonder over what the heck I was thinking, when I came up with THAT plan….

He is the one I cheerfully shared the news with – two new, volunteer, Golden Currant seedlings, are thriving – yes, yes, I didn’t accidently weed them out, but wasn’t sure whether I should offer extra support or not and in the end, thought, “you’ve been getting along fine without my interference, why mess up what’s working?”

I  find myself, once he alights and hunts/eats ever closer to where I sit, asking him:

 “What do you think?  Another Amaranth perennial bed?  Of the Giant Gold and Burgundy varieties?  It is so pretty in the fall – gives you all feed for winter…Has some minerals and vitamins to supplement the ever morphing muffin recipe…Good Idea?

Or Should I try some millet?  Does that self-seed/sow?  You’re right – I probably better re-research more before deciding…”

🙂

He never, ever! makes fun of me or gets impatient when I forget one of the 1,001 things I’ve tried to memorize these past few years… and have to run into the house to reference a bookmarked, highlighted page or online bookmark… 🙂

He simply shows up, and nods yay or nay and trusts me to figure out just why I got a Nay for some new brilliant idea ….

Picture of Robin in front yard

 

(If you are one of those bird specialist folks – Are you deemed Orinthologists?) Can YOU PLEASE not inform me of all the flaws in my Robin story?  

I LIKE the story I’m telling about Robin Mentor and I – I promise to protect  when I’m needed and pay attention – Just please, don’t ruin the joy in the adventure, that so far, doesn’t seem to be hurting anyone – (Promise, I find out it is hurting more than helping, I WILL RECTIFY My course, ASAP!)

And so – in a heavy year of new beginnings, true homecomings and triggers of childhood memories – alas – I am Happy –

Thus, I don’t write as much ( you are free to reference long ago post, “Writers Wanted – Peaceful Souls Need Not Apply” if you wish to know WHY?…)  –

I’m too busy wading through the experience of Life to have such time for such things, just now – I no longer have grand dreams of educating/informing through my written word – I ain’t up for double-checking all the research needed to make sure I ain’t putting out more wasted fluff that permeates our online world  – – LOL

But, I do think of you – when I see, and I want to share the beauty and grace of it all with you –  just as you’ve taken pictures and shared the beauty of your journey –

Cuz in the end, those are the ties that bind us all together – 🙂

 

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