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Midsummers

In Seasons, Theology on August 26, 2018 at 10:00 am

There’s something about a summer sky that calls one to think of what is good.  There is too much talk about what is bad.  That’s plain enough listening to NPR in the morning or the evening news.  Too bad folk cannot find more good to talk about. Too bad too many people who should be leaders are so puffed up about themselves that themselves is all they seem to have to talk about and that just comes across as bad.

Midsummer clouds are unlike those of any other season.  They carry plainness of sureness.  Unlike spring clouds who puff themselves up as something to be reckoned with, the midsummers low and unassuming billows beg certitude.  Their simple ordinariness and off-handed confidence calls the wise to find shelter when day slides to evening and the lingering heat vaporizes and swirls into thunderheads.  Then is a time to wait.  And listen.  What was once shy and indifferent unfolds across the heights lighting the nocturnal and hollering just because.  Good listening lies in the reticent and reluctant.

At the edge of rough thorn grease brush stands a morning rabbit taking in low, driftless midsummers.  A hawk circles as they gather above; one into another.  Only to stretch and pull apart on the back of a breeze rising. Holding back, not making too much of themselves; rabbit and hawk wonder how these who linger quietly might be so presumptuous in the dark.  Both grounded and flighted struggle to concentrate on danger and hunger as the morning midsummers beg a seldom enjoyed depth of blue from the rinsed summer sky.  A firmament of poets.  A firmament which lies the backs of children and elders to the ground.

Firm ground to back.  A wisp of the poetical.  Good in the summer sky.  A thought. A wonder.  A “what if.”  The sacrament of the low and driftless might be enough to realize Good creation if the puffed and simple, friend and enemy, neighbor and rival lay upon the terra of their being and wondered at the enchanting of the midsummer.

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Barn Siding

In Poetry on August 14, 2016 at 8:00 am

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rough sawn barn, non-linear
nails, batten-less boards grayed
by water and time

Iced Post

In JustLiving Farm, Poetry on February 7, 2016 at 8:00 am

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air frozen to post
imagine night on street
with coat and blanket

Sunflower Snow

In Art, JustLiving Farm, Seasons on January 23, 2012 at 7:31 am

January 23, 2012
JustLiving Farm

I walk by them every day.  Each spring we plant more sunflowers than we will ever harvest.  This isn’t so hard, a sunflower or two will produce all the seeds we’re going to eat for a year.  We plant the rest for birds to partake during late spring and early winter.  By now, they have figured out how to get the last seed out of the flower head.  So, I walk by those stems and flower heads that were so green and yellow last summer, each day, without thinking much about them.  Then the sun came out.  With sunlight touching the snow buildup on each head the sunflowers presented a beauty that comes after life has slipped away.

© David B. Bell 2012

Fog Listening

In JustLiving Farm, Landscape on December 13, 2011 at 8:37 am

December 13, 2011
JustLiving Farm

One good thing about frozen fog mornings in December is the sound.  The sound of quite frozen fog mornings is unlike anything else.  Unlike mornings of snow-covered landscape that encases movement and sound, frozen air allows the wheatgrass to move with the slightest of breeze.  The grasses dampened rustle plays with the conversation of two chirping birds which mingles with crunching frozen grass below each boot step.  Frozen fog, a natural symphony of sorts.

© David B. Bell 2011

Chile Relleno Mornings

In JustLiving Farm, Seasons on April 29, 2011 at 6:31 am

April 29, 2011

Early spring tastes like a mild Chile Relleno with a dollop on vanilla ice cream on top.  The day is sure to be sunny, warm, and mild.  Before warmth, though, you have to wade through the cold.  Spring mornings give wonderful flavor; you feel the sharpness of the last vestiges of winter in a heavy jacket, raising memories of icicle days.  As morning moves to spring afternoon, hawks fly warm updrafts, the jacket is shed, and mild warmth engages the senses pulling up seasonal memories of squash and tomatoes that are sure to come again.  Sometimes, there is little difference between dessert and meal.

© David B. Bell 2011

Why Not Invite Everyone to The Meal?

In JustLiving Farm on January 29, 2011 at 7:56 am

January 29, 2011

There are mornings when the cold fog settles in so tight you can almost feel ice floating in the air.  Walking to the barn on mornings like this you wonder why the animals, why the daily feeding?  More times than not the answer is simple and perhaps a little selfish, you feed because it lifts the spirit.  Sometimes feedings raises the spirit of five thousand.  Other times spirit slips through the arena of open table grace.  Once in a while though, spirit flings open arms and cries from top of the fence post to relax, eat, and be well as one created family.  Such mornings are like having a birthday.  Everyone—preparers, servers, eaters—are welcomed to share the meal.

Mornings silence speaks Blessing

In JustLiving Farm, Seasons on December 18, 2010 at 8:14 am

December 18, 2010

Quite nestles in during early morning hours before landscape awakens.  The cold air and falling snow softens sound.  This morning is one of those mornings when you feel alone and special walking to the barn in crisp hushed light.  Even the sound of boots moving through snow is swallowed by the morning air.  The animals have little notion of doing much with snow just outside the barn, so entering the barn is silent.  In silence, snow blesses landscape.

© David B. Bell 2010

La Niña whispers Cold and Wet

In JustLiving Farm, Seasons on December 6, 2010 at 1:13 pm

December 6, 2010

We now have had a few days with the highs above freezing.  The valley snow is melting while the north side of the ridge is grudgingly holding onto its snow.  Fourteen days of snow this time of year makes one wonder if the la Niña predictions of a cold and wet winter are true.

Wearing a Hood on a Cold Morning

In JustLiving Farm, Seasons on December 3, 2010 at 8:36 am

December 3, 2010

A slight change in weather brought fog to the farm and surrounding landscape.  Little change in temperature though.  Introducing fog to freezing air changes the face of the landscape.  Not so much a new face, but more like your grandfather going a few days without shaving.  Vegetation is as it was a few days ago but now ice particle upon ice particle have highlighted contours bringing out character unnoticed before.  An ever so slight breeze keeps the windward face open while ice encases the remainder like a hood with strings tightened around the face.  Ice accumulates and flows to the leeward, giving the one rooted in place the appearance of movement.  Frigid, closed in, fog filled mornings brings about a certain gracefulness.
© David B. Bell 2010