The Homestone

Monday, July 15, 2013

Mid July on Finch Meadow


 

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. 

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Late June on the meadow.

The tail end of June and our meadow becomes a lush forest of every shade of green
and the wildflowers begin.
 
 
 
 
 






"That beautiful season the Summer!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
And the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
-  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The middle of June on our fifty acres in the wilds of BC



Exciting skies and some wicked storms.

 

 


Still open mornings







 The hay is not 'as high as an elephants eye' just yet ~ but soon.

These verses from Hammerstein's 1943 hit musical Oklahoma, do kind of sum up our summer mornings on the meadow.

There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful Mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way.
With loads of love.  Till next time.