Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Plowed Field

This is what we've always referred to as the plowed field.

A piece of property our family owns located behind where our house sits.

I can't say why it's called the plowed field.
It's never been plowed in all the years I've been on this earth.
Heck, some years it's barely mowed.

I imagine it was a field that was plowed and planted back when the property was still a working farm.
You know, back during the time of the War of Northern Aggression.
That's the Civil War for you Yanks.
(you can read about my harrowing skunk escape in this very field here)

Monday, February 18, 2013

Monday Meditation

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
-Rumi

“When you go through a hard period,
When everything seems to oppose you,
... When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,
NEVER GIVE UP!
Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!”
~Rumi 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Beach Dogs

Bailey and Shadow. Shadow's thinking Bailey is nuts, that water is 40F

Bailey

Bailey running with the small log she insisted on carrying around

Chasing a stick

Shadow