Out walking on our trail yesterday. Afterward saw The Girl on the Train. I read the book some time ago and only remembered bits and pieces, but the movie brought it back to me. My husband and I were the only ones in the theater. I guess Sunday night is the time to go to a movie.
While making lunch yesterday, I peeked outside the kitchen window to see something curled up in the yard. I watched as it attempted to stand and fell back down. Our dog and cat were beside it, leaving it alone. Strange. Is that a baby deer? It was under the tree in the shadows. I went out to get a closer look. It stood up again and looked at me, coming nearer, I think, thinking I was its mama. It began wagging its little tail. I looked to see no grown deer anywhere around.
Thinking the mother must be somewhere near, I went back inside. A little later I looked back out. It was gone. So, after lunch, I went out on the deck (where I have move my office to). But, I kept hearing this sound. Sure enough, here came the fawn around to the back where I was.
After walking back and forth around the deck, it quit bleating and headed for the woods at the top of the hill. Hopefully, its mother heard it and came for it. I haven’t seen it today.
I tend to become missing in action from the world of blogging at times, particularly in times when the great outdoors calls. In most instances it is just my backyard calling. On nice days I even move my yoga mat outside to the grass. But today it is raining.
I have been taking pictures intermittently while out on the trail. Soon we hope to do a time lapse version. After a good rain, which may be the case now, would be the best times as the creeks and waterfalls should be active. Currently they are rather bland. However there are pros and cons in both cases. Dry creeks make rock hunting much more favorable.
Below are some trail pics and sights along the way.
The North Trail, that is my name for one section of the trail. It’s our newest section of trail, redone, with the tractor. Trail work is a never ending job, so to make it easier, last year we rerouted one section of the trail where we could get the tractor through for easier maintenance. Otherwise it is get out there with a weed eater at least a couple of times of year and a rake – it is slow going and hand blistering even with gloves.
I will admit that this is my first time out on the trail this year. When the weather got cold I hibernated inside, well not totally. We traveled twice since the new year to see our grandson, and worked on two grandiose house projects which totally
took every spare moment of time.
My muscles were sore afterward. But, I decided that with the beginning of April that I would put in at least three miles of walking each day. I found the trail to be in good shape after the winter rest. There were only two trees down that had fallen across the trail, one of which will be nice firewood. The weather was perfect for walking yesterday, and the sky was incredibly blue. My picture taking skills are not the greatest. My husband always reminds me that there is an editing feature. The pictures taken here were done with an iphone, one of the older models. I have resisted updating due to the cost.
Although I prefer lush greenness during a hike, this time of year is perfect for rock hunting. I am rock crazy. Luckily the supply never seems to end on our farm. We have rocked a good portion of the house. We use them for ponds. We built a rock wall out front. We still have two small buildings to rock. And after that, possibly the barn. We even rocked a floor for one section of the barn. My uncle once asked if there were any rock left on Trough Camp.
While walking I was planning for our next rock gathering adventure which I hope we can fit in this weekend. That involves hooking up the wagon to the tractor and loading it with as many as we can carry back. And then there is garden preparation and planting also planned for this weekend.
Not far into the trail I grew tired of taking pictures. That is my husband’s forte.
The following pictures will give you some idea of what we use the rocks for.
The weather, this week has been very strange. Yesterday I was able to lay in the hammock. In the last few days we have had below freezing temperatures, but yesterday was almost a summer day. I was able to lay in the hammock for awhile, after stacking firewood. This morning we woke up to 70 degrees. High winds, scary winds, came. Then rain. Then an eerie calm.
I asked my husband what season I am.
He looked intently for a while and said summer.
I knew he would say summer.
The Wild Calls Lazily
As Leo I came into the world, feet first, ready to run
Not roaring, but gently purring into the sun
When freckles are in full bloom
When grass smells it’s sweetest,
And forest’s foliage is at its thickest,
Its narrow path beckoning me into its den
Where creatures take comfort devoid of men
And in the openness ripe vermillion tomatoes hang on the vine
Ochre squash peaks through an umbrella as green as pine
Water trickles into a pond neighbored by parsley, peppermint and thyme
The buzz of a bee and swift hummingbird sprints
Amid a spectrum of hues and scents
Into my porch swing refuge race
All my senses they embrace
While the dogs and cat sleep lazily on
Outward I gaze watching the grass grow
Contemplating the mow
I wake from my dream to see from my window the snow.