my dearest friends, hope you are well and august has been good to you so far. we have been spending days picking berries, taking walks and watching as our fields get hayed. i love the whole process of haying. i have never hayed round bales before and mostly now big machines do the work, yet it is still lovely to watch. here is entry from my journal
i wrote the other night, i hope you enjoy.
tonight the air is perfect no second guessing if the cardigan you have on is a bit to much it is perfect for a night like this. i walked our fields tonight as the sun began to set, round bales are lovely scattered all over the freshly hayed fields. the owls begin to coo, is that the right word i wonder. the sky goes from pink to dark blue and stars flicker as if they were set by a lighting technician. the ducks and chickens have decided to go into the coop quietly, each taken their turn some sort of monarchy has been established. the horses in particular Tolstoy is staring at me, perhaps he feels the fall coming more clearly than I, he wants to eat earlier or maybe he is just worried that again tonight i will get lost in words floating in my head, the stars and the evenings breeze, even the girls the dogs are playing more than usual. as i stand out there feeding, i realize what has happened, the wishes, the vision, the dreams have become the landscape of my life. please do not think that all is beautiful all the time and that every wish has come true, the tiny ones, the ones that are needed for everyday survival or comfort still seem to be beyond my grasp. yet the big ones, the ones that are big to me, have become my reality. tonight when i was singing to splash his nightly lullaby, a shooting star came flying across the sky- one of as many as four i have seen here and oh so close. well as it flew by i realize what does one wish for if one feels so very lucky already, what i realized i would like to know what others wish for so the next time i am out there i can whisper it to the nights air on your behalf.....