Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tonic
A good porch is like a tonic. You can step out there full of worry and care, brimming over with problems and pains. In a word...glum...
Then the sun peeks out from behind a bank of foggy clouds.
Company arrives.
Light mantles the land like a glowing golden blanket.....and along with the light and the birds and the beauty and joy, comes peace, stealing in on the song of a secret catbird singing in the grape vine, sliding home on a carpet of dew, creeping up to curl in your lap like a contented cat.......
June, I think the creature are really thriving during this cool, wet year too. We see so many and the birds are bringing off brood after brood and seem to be raising lots of young
Joated, my favorite spot this time of year
Rev. Paul, thanks, I like it out there
Cathy, thanks! That is so cool about your license plate.
LSF, good luck on someday finding your farm home and having a porch to sit and contemplate your day.
7 comments:
Such beauty all around you!
There's nothing like being still and looking at green hills and animals (that you don't need to care for) and sunshine to fix what ails you.
I'm with ya on that porch loving.
I'd have trouble leaving a view like that. Beautiful.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.
Northview Diary poetry. Prose and pictures.
Beautiful, TC.
I, too, love the 'sense' of porches so much that I incorporated the word on my license plate.
AMEN! Nothin' like a good porch. We have to use our roof for now... but one day!
Dani, sure was a nice morning
June, I think the creature are really thriving during this cool, wet year too. We see so many and the birds are bringing off brood after brood and seem to be raising lots of young
Joated, my favorite spot this time of year
Rev. Paul, thanks, I like it out there
Cathy, thanks! That is so cool about your license plate.
LSF, good luck on someday finding your farm home and having a porch to sit and contemplate your day.
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