…walking in the shushan woods…encountering altars…
…in the woods and on the walls…timeless travels
Harry got an early birthday present, a new fly rod from Orvis. Here is a view of the set up, assisted by Luther, our nephew who then went fly fishing for the first time. love the team … Continue reading
Harry invited me to go fishing with him this morning along the Battenkill. We brought along the dogs and had a wonderful time before the rain hit….
love the slowness of fly fishing and how much Harry loves it.
He has had a great week on the river, catching fish the last two days in a row… and deepening his relationship with the Battenkill…
Sammy took up her post, guarding the fisherman.
Willow is an intrepid explorer, wandering the shore…
a morning walk
appearing in the mist…
good way to begin a day.
At the Washington County Fair last week, I spent some time in the goat and sheep tent. I loved the goats and kids and young people. They seem such a match, full of humor and mischief, friendly and talkative…
On Monday evening, I watched the young people practise showing thier goats.
And getting their goats ready to show.
At the end of fair week, there are goat games! Hilarious fun to watch.
First up was the sack race.
Next up was dressing up your goat and racing through the course without loosing any of the clothes your goat was wearing.
The onlookers were taking the games quite seriously
And then there was pie eating while blindfolded and holding onto your goat!
everyone seemed to be having a great time.
now onto fall…
When we are upstate, we walk along Binninger Road with the dogs several times a day. I love the road, the fields off it, the vistas and small delights.
I heard a truck driving in the field across the street (in Shushan) and went to investigate. I met Mike Nolan, from Kenyon Hill Farm. Kenyon Hill is a large dairy farm just down the road from us, that has 350 milking Holsteins and 350 young stock.
Mike was spreading liquidized manure on the field, which is a hay field. It took several truck loads to cover the field.
When I was a kid, we lived on the outskirts of Gardner, MA. Just down the road from a chicken farm and a dairy farm. I am loving reconnecting with rural life here in Shushan.
Mike extended an invite to stop by and visit the farm. Looking forward to doing that.