Well Said

My last post mentioned spring; the season of renewal. I wish I’d said it as well as Adam Piggott:

It is with great gratitude that I find myself here at this time. We are suffering in a time of great upheaval but the beauty of the world is still there if we care to look. And I like nothing better than walking in the rain, a sometimes lit pipe in my mouth, and the faithful hound trotting along beside me, happily wet and bedraggled.

We are all engaged in writing many words recording our great disappointment with the world as it stands. But there is also need of joy, of acknowledging the gifts which we have been given.

Having considered Adam’s lofty words, I made the time to appreciate the wonder of my derelict homestead. Here goes…

I’ve no quarrel with dandelions. They look pretty, they grow very fast in the spring, they hold the soil in drought, and free range chickens love ’em. These will be mowed in due time (which never seems to hinder them much), but for now I’m too lazy to hitch the mower deck. I’ll give myself another week to enjoy the colors.

The old apple tree never ceases to amaze me. It’s older than dirt yet every spring it blooms like a champ. Bees and hummingbirds swarm the old tree.

All rural men have a few “I’ll fix that later” bits of yard art. It’s tradition and it’s good.

This is a ’41 Allis Chalmers that hasn’t moved for a while. Someday, if I find the time before it rusts out, it’ll run again.

The old tractor had a surprise for me. Do you see the fleeing wing on the right side?

The robin’s nest will make a mess of the distributor but I can live with it. Just look a the color of those eggs!