Wildenblue Farm Journal

Excerpts from A Country Pathway

I come upon it suddenly, alone-
A little pathway winding in the weeds
That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,
I wander as it leads.

Full wistfully along the slender way,
Through summer tan of freckled shade and shine,
I take the path that leads me as it may-
Its every choice is mine

A chipmunk, or a sudden- whirring quail,
Is startled by my step as on I fare-
A garter-snake across the dusty trail
Glances and- is not there.

Above the arching jimson-weeds flare twos
And twos of sallow-yellow butterflies,
Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose
When autumn winds arise.

The trail dips- dwindles- broadens then, and lifts
Itself astride a cross-road dubiously,
And, from the fennel marge beyond it, drifts
Still onward, beckoning me.

Why, I am as a long-lost boy that went
At dusk to bring the cattle to the bars,
And was not found again, though Heaven lent
His mother all the stars.

And lo! through the mists that may not be dispelled,
I see an old farm homestead, as in dreams,
Where, like a gem in costly setting held,
The old log cabin gleams.

Oh, darling Pathway! lead me bravely on
Adown your valley-way, and run before
Among the roses crowding up the lawn
And thronging at the door,-

And carry up the echo there that shall
Arouse the drowsy dog, that he may bay
The household out to greet the prodigal
That wanders home to-day.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April blessings to all! Yesterday, I spent most of the day outside working around the mud and remaining snow in the yard. It was a fairly warm day, about 42 degrees (that dang ol' wind persisted still!) and the afternoon was sunny. As I went about my chores, I heard that beautiful, old familiar cry and looked up to try and find the flocks of geese as they passed overhead. One cluster contained well over 300! As I mentally kept track of them throughout the day, there were over 1500 geese that flew over on their homeward migration. I never tire of seeing them...

Quite a bit of snow remains around the fields, and it is mostly corn snow in the woods. The deer, fox and coyote are moving about more, and there are red-winged blackbirds joining the usual crowds at the feeders. The number of finches on the lawn under the feeders has grown to over 300 most days... I appreciate that they are cleaning up the leftover bits of seed the others have dropped.