|The view south from our driveway.|
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Happy Holidays from Persimmon Acres!
So one of the inadvertent gifts I received this Christmas was a nice little lesson courtesy of nature. I'm certain both dogs were lucky they surprised that possum, and that the possum was full with it's recent meal. And it makes (hopefully) a great story.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The picture above was taken last month. The green is all gone. It's a view of of our house from the woods. In the spring, I hope to make this view a common one for visitors, as I am hoping to turn an area in the woods into a nice, cool seating area. Right now, when I walk the yard with the dogs, I am doing a lot of dreaming. Some planning, but mostly dreaming... imagining what will be growing where, trying to picture the yard alive once again. Often, my thoughts are rather pastoral when thinking about the yard, the gardens, the trees and animals. I know the reality will be quite different. It is during these short, quiet days, that I am girding myself up for the challenge this yard will present.
If we find mussels, I will let you all know how they were (perhaps I will steam them in some white wine, saffron and cream). Or, we'll find a new tradition for our Christmas Eve. I am excited to spend Christmas here, this year, and hope it is merry & bright for everyone!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
A few hours later, as Rich & I were working to get the final touches ready for our first annual Christmas Cocktail Party, I looked out the kitchen window and saw a baker's dozen of early visitors: a herd of diary cows. They were now in the cornfield directly west of our house, looking for food as the snow steadily fell, and the roads turned
more and more into ice...
Although we had a lot to do, neither one of us had ever had a herd of cows wandering in our yard. And they were now in the front yard (picture here on the right...) They walked through the front yard, and as Rich stood on the porch taking pictures, they stopped to watch him, and approached our entrance... I was worried they might just come on up the steps of the porch and try to come in. They definitely had a collective look that said, "are you going to feed us?" When they realized we were just cow-tourists and had no food, they resumed their search. They walked back to the barn, where for a while they huddled in what has probably at some time in its past held cows... There was no food there, but they did spend quite a while in there (out of the wind and snow, for sure) before exploring the rest of the barn and then the firepit, and one cow even explored the orange extension cord the lights on the barn are plugged into... I was worried she'd snap it in half, but she picked it up and then dropped it. The cows then slowly, and in a very neat line, walked through the rest of the front yard, and down the road to our neighbor, Elizabeth's yard. They hung around the block all night, and we haven't seen them since.
The party went on as scheduled, and we did manage to get everything ready. I was a little worried as the cows approached the house, though, that they could smell what I was making: beef enchiladas...
We figure this won't be the last time a herd of cows wanders into our yard, but I really think it's a novelty I won't mind (unless they trample my garden...)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
It's Thursday morning, and it looks like we missed out on the worst of the storm. The road and our driveway look like they've been spray-painted white. Last night, Rich & I took the dogs out during a lull in the sleet, the lights of Charleston were orange to the northwest (it's at night that those seven miles to town feel a real distance) and we could hear the cows at the end of our road mowing, first low, and then with more urgency. We could also hear the howling of coyotes. It is such a singular sound, pure animal. Mournful. Chiquita, the chihuahua-dachshund mix went in with Rich, leaving me with the two boy-dogs. They were mostly just playing in the snow, and I was enjoying the sound of the rain hitting the ground. I imagined I could hear it freezing in that first second it hit. I was enjoying looking at the colored Christmas lights, barely moving in the minimal breeze when all three of us heard it, at the end of our driveway: three insistent little yips. Like a puppy, begging to play. Kerouac & Happy, the boy-dogs, both froze, ears up, tails straight, and then turned and ran to the door. I followed, obediently. I didn't have the flashlight, but knew there was at least one coyote there, looking for an easy meal.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A little while ago, I took one of the dogs out with me to pick up the mail. There is no wind blowing. The clouds seem static. The only sounds were our feet in the snow and crunching the ice. To be able to experience such wondrous silence while picking up the mail at the end of the driveway is a welcome treat!
By the way, welcome to my blog. I know some of you have been asking me to get this going, so you can keep track of my transition from city boy to farmer... Herein I hope to document my successes and failures. The beauty of country living and some of the crap. (One of them is dealing with satellite internet, that keeps shutting off...) Let me know what you think! I'd love to know folks are reading!