Thursday, September 5, 2013
The ones that make me laugh are the blue jays. They sneak out there and grab seeds and fly away, a lot of times to the top of the roof and I won't tell you how many times I have walked to the door to answer it because I think I hear knocking. Flocks of doves are out in the garden now. They look like flocks of small chickens.
Long, long ago when I was living in the city and had my little 10x10 garden I read books about farming. Two of my favorites were Ten Acres Enough and Malabar Farm by Louis Broomfield. I read them over and over and dreamed of barns and restoring the soil and loving the farm of my dreams the way these men wrote so lovingly about theirs. It took twenty years, but along the way I have learned and learned and that is why I love my Field of Dreams so much. I think farming is like loving the land and taking care of it as you would a much loved lady. She must be cared for and taken care of and she will take care of you. We never moved here for the house, though it is a beautiful house, we moved here for the soil. It still amazes me.
The next thing I finished. I started this early in the summer and it took this long to get finished.
I am binding the edges of my last rug finally. It is such a big rug that today I will finish it but it has taken three days. Today I hope to draw out some more rug patterns. I have tried to fit that in all week. Maybe today.