At daybreak a perfect half moon looks as if somebody chopped it off like a slice of silver cheese....A blazing sunrise, colors changing like a cinema, now peach, now tangerine, then cotton candy, clean bright white on to the blinding blue of noonday.
At sunset, pink sheep clouds nibbling their way across the heifer hill horizon, shepherded along towards evening by the tugging of the breeze. It snaps the laundry on the line and ruffles the border collie's fur as it passes. It is the kindest wind of the year, refreshing, sweet, and softly scented, with green earth and cow and clean, smooth water on its breath.
In between the day's bright ends, cleaning pens and moving heifers, fixing and filling and planning the planting. Heifers on Saturday, heifers on Monday. Salesmen and electric fences, shovels, wheelbarrows full of baleage (when is somebody going to straighten that bent axle and find some grease I want to know?) skirling skid steer, singing songbirds, snarling river, snaking brown Schoharie...it is spring in the valley, sit up and take notice.
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13 comments:
That is one great hunk of writing!
I love the beauty of your words. Makes me feel like I'm standing right next to yah.
Ooooh. Beautiful.
That's beautiful! Makes me want to come and spend a day wandering through your pastures.
Love it all ~ especially Spring!
Beautiful Daughter!
You make me cry.
Mom
You do have a wonderful way with painting word pictures!
TC..
I read this aloud to my husband who's sitting across the porch from me enjoying the kind of weather you wrote about.
His comment contained a religious expletive that I won't print here, but it was expressed with reverent awe and admiration.
This was beautiful in its entirety, but that metaphor of the sheep being shepherded along by the wind . . .
oh, my.
Love to read your blog. You have such a great way with words! You make me envious! Tell the family hello from me.
I love getting mom comments. They're always the best kind.
June, thank you!
Dani, thanks, I wish you could be!
Teri, thanks
sCMomma, thank you...I wish you could someday.
Anon, thanks, me too...spring that is
Mom, thank you so much. It means a lot to me when you like something I write...cause you are the specialist mom anywhere and I love you
Linda, thank you...I was out there on the porch waiting for the dogs and the clouds actually looked like sheep grazing across the hill all pink and fluffy
Cathy, thank you to both of you. It was just how it was when I was out waiting for the doggies.
Lisa, thank you. You do just fine yourself!
Dani, they are indeed! I love it when my mom likes something I do. She is such a great mom.
Beautiful writing...I feel like I am there.
i so enjoy your way with words.
:-)
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