 We sat on the porch, laughed, walked, ate and talked.  All the while, taking in the abundance of birds and other wildlife in the gardens around the house and the fields and woods around the farm.  That was the events of last week when Karen and Nels, my dear friends from California, paid a visit to Puck’s Glen.  There is a certain pleasure that comes with being with those we have known for many years, comfortable and easy.Taking time out of the normal rhythms of life here on the farm and seeing through new eyes, helped to sharpen my observations as well. I stopped long enough to hear the call of a Bobwhite and actually spot him on his perch, I would never have known that  the Brown Thrasher was a visitor to my yard or been entertained by  watching the young male Orchard Oriole dart about  in the trees and sing.  There were discussions of what books were being read, and  sharing in the news of friends and family. Although I took them to the airport yesterday, they left behind pieces of themselves that will stay with me as I make my way around the edges on my morning walks with the dogs and tend to the gardens that sustain me.. (Photo credit: Nels A.)
We sat on the porch, laughed, walked, ate and talked.  All the while, taking in the abundance of birds and other wildlife in the gardens around the house and the fields and woods around the farm.  That was the events of last week when Karen and Nels, my dear friends from California, paid a visit to Puck’s Glen.  There is a certain pleasure that comes with being with those we have known for many years, comfortable and easy.Taking time out of the normal rhythms of life here on the farm and seeing through new eyes, helped to sharpen my observations as well. I stopped long enough to hear the call of a Bobwhite and actually spot him on his perch, I would never have known that  the Brown Thrasher was a visitor to my yard or been entertained by  watching the young male Orchard Oriole dart about  in the trees and sing.  There were discussions of what books were being read, and  sharing in the news of friends and family. Although I took them to the airport yesterday, they left behind pieces of themselves that will stay with me as I make my way around the edges on my morning walks with the dogs and tend to the gardens that sustain me.. (Photo credit: Nels A.)Following the rhythms of life on a farm with the Standard Poodles Zoe and Parker. The garden, wildlife, land, river, and time
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
VISITORS
 We sat on the porch, laughed, walked, ate and talked.  All the while, taking in the abundance of birds and other wildlife in the gardens around the house and the fields and woods around the farm.  That was the events of last week when Karen and Nels, my dear friends from California, paid a visit to Puck’s Glen.  There is a certain pleasure that comes with being with those we have known for many years, comfortable and easy.Taking time out of the normal rhythms of life here on the farm and seeing through new eyes, helped to sharpen my observations as well. I stopped long enough to hear the call of a Bobwhite and actually spot him on his perch, I would never have known that  the Brown Thrasher was a visitor to my yard or been entertained by  watching the young male Orchard Oriole dart about  in the trees and sing.  There were discussions of what books were being read, and  sharing in the news of friends and family. Although I took them to the airport yesterday, they left behind pieces of themselves that will stay with me as I make my way around the edges on my morning walks with the dogs and tend to the gardens that sustain me.. (Photo credit: Nels A.)
We sat on the porch, laughed, walked, ate and talked.  All the while, taking in the abundance of birds and other wildlife in the gardens around the house and the fields and woods around the farm.  That was the events of last week when Karen and Nels, my dear friends from California, paid a visit to Puck’s Glen.  There is a certain pleasure that comes with being with those we have known for many years, comfortable and easy.Taking time out of the normal rhythms of life here on the farm and seeing through new eyes, helped to sharpen my observations as well. I stopped long enough to hear the call of a Bobwhite and actually spot him on his perch, I would never have known that  the Brown Thrasher was a visitor to my yard or been entertained by  watching the young male Orchard Oriole dart about  in the trees and sing.  There were discussions of what books were being read, and  sharing in the news of friends and family. Although I took them to the airport yesterday, they left behind pieces of themselves that will stay with me as I make my way around the edges on my morning walks with the dogs and tend to the gardens that sustain me.. (Photo credit: Nels A.)
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