May 12, 2011
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Today my Farmboy was planting green-graze in a field not far from our house, and he asked me to bring lunch to him. We have always considered it a treat to have lunch together “in the field,” and today was no exception…a beautiful, warm spring day, with birds singing and bees buzzing and wildflowers blooming and the creek flowing nearby, close enough that we could hear its song.
So after we ate, I rambled a little bit before going back to the house. I love it when our creek flows…so clean and pretty.
This rock formation reminded me of a double throne…moss-covered and perfect for sitting upon if one wanted to wade the icy-cold water to go across.
A beautiful sycamore….
with interesting, gnarly roots was just downstream.
The air was heavily laden with the scent of this
scourgelovely rose…the multi-flora.
This one is pink…check out those teensy sweet rosebuds. (My apologies to landowners everywhere…they are a pestilence in the land, but they smell so sweet right now and are so pretty in bloom.)
I don’t know the name of this plant, but it has little bell-shaped blooms right now.
The fire pink is really red.
Daisies adorn the ditches.
Lacy ferns love shady places.
Log cabin love…lucky to have two in the neighborhood.
This little stream is a tributary of “my” creek…how I wish I could play its music for you, the sound of water splashing down over those stairsteps created over time.
This is another tributary. In that dark place above the water is a bluff, one I call the lion’s den. Our mailman saw a mountain lion cross the road here (in one bound) and leap up the hillside into that bluff where we think it makes its home. I’d really like to see a mountain lion and am always vigilant in searching the landscape, but to no avail, so far.
The air smells sweet back at the house, too, with the fragance of heavily-blooming bushes of double peonies. I dug these up from a cow pasture about 20 years ago, and every spring they faithfully reward me for saving their lives. They make the prettiest bouquets.
Now it is back to work, nose once more to be applied directly to grindstone. Ironing calls out loudly for attention, but I liked my little detour. Hope you did, too…we’ll do it again soon. Bye!
Comments (9)
Thanks for the little walk down your country side:) It was delightful! Hope you get to see that mountain lion soon!
The scourge roses are still blooming in our “ditch” where Wil hasn’t sprayed but the many that appeared this spring all along our fences is nicely brown and about ready to be cut down. I love the old Sycamores. We have several and then some younger ones. I was just outside with yet another thunder storm coming in and was blessed with the peace and beauty of our place. Now there are tornado warnings coming in to the county just sw of us so guess we will be alert. Zeb is already cowering in the garage. Some baseball size hail in this mess.
Your peonies are earlier than mine. Mine (all colors) are FULL of buds, but it will be a few more days. Don’t know if you saw my comment on another site, just a few days ago, but I’ll repeat it here.
Several years ago, we planted my aunt’s peonies in my yard, when she became too crippled up to bother with them. They had a BEAUTIFUL scent. When she went to the nursing home, I wanted to take her a boquet of them but they had all sorts of ants and bugs. I called the county extension office and asked what I could do about them, so I could take a boquet to Aunt Josie. He told me to get a 5 gallon bucket, fill it about 3/4 full of water, and dunk them upside down, again and again in the water. IT GOT RID OF EVERY BUG and didn’t damage the flowers. Everybody up and down Aunt Josie’s hall enjoyed those flowers.
soooooo beautiful… we are supposed to head to the ozarks in a couple of weeks. i CANNOT WAIT. your post made me want to go RIGHT NOW! lol.
Oh, I enjoyed this photo journey in your area. I notied that your farmer was making dust. We have had so much rain that today is the first that I have seen big tractors in the fields. The Amish were out a bit earlier because their equipment is much lighter.
Loved strolling along with you. Reminded of the walks I once took through the woods and along the river before our move. Such a lovely time of year with its sights and smells. Thank you.
That’s beautiful. How cool to spend lunch together in the fields. And thank you for putting that picture of the rose up. I think that might be what I have growing wild around my house and the area locally here. Kind of a weed or sorts…because it appears to be a rose bush, but rarely has blossoms on it. Wonder what would happen if I pruned it and cared for it like a rose bush.
I enjoyed this post so much when you first posted it…and just enjoyed it again. I took pics of that multi-flora a few years ago and posted them on my site. That is how I learned, by some comments that it is a scourge. I have a like/dislike relationship w/it. I like the blossoms but dislike the plant for the rest of the year. It’s all over our property.
Lunch together with your husband outside sounds wonderful. How have you liked the farming life? Rich grew up farming with his Dad and sometimes we dream of leaving the coorperate world and having our own farm. Have you ever read Laura Ingalls Wilder’s old newspaper column? The articles were compiled years back…I believe the book is “Little House in the Ozarks.”
We have wild jack in the pulpit in bloom now, and soon my own peonies will open.
I’ve got to get back up that way with my camera! It’s so beautiful in your “neck of the woods”! Love ya, Christy