Our wildflower gardens, tended only by the weather.
And nibbled and grazed by deer and moose and rabbits and squirrels ... This
time of year we don't go a day without a visit from a doe or a buck, or
a couple of young bucks. They wander through and graze within our fences
and a doe or two will often fawn here, bedding down in the
willows, or out back in the sugarcane hay.
I used to write poetry. Perhaps I will again but for now, just stopping long enough to be in the moment is poetry enough.
This (this visitor, this moment) is sweet return for keeping our 48 acres natural and safe for our wild
friends...We are so blessed. And so grateful.
There are young'uns everywhere. This beaver pup appeared to be enjoying his early morning
swim. I can't say for sure, but I think he was doing a lazy backstroke,
gazing up at the sky ...
It's
very nearly time to hay the fields. The back meadow anyway. When the
first maps were published of this area (in the 1800's), our location was
tagged simply as 'Good Hay Meadows'. This is cowboy country; there
are lots of good hay meadows west of the Fraser. Ours is just one small meadow in a land of plenty.
It's back to work. Work we love. More news to come.
More pics too I bet. Once again, thanks
for dropping by.
