We’ve had a lovely garden season this year with rains enough not to need the sprinkler. This may change, as higher temps are in the forecast and no imminent showers, but weather can turn around overnight, so we shall see. Meanwhile, we’ve been blessed and I’m sharing July pics of the farm and garden with you.
(A parade of poppies by daughter Elise)
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ~John Muir (1838–1914)
I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~e.e. cummings (Cone flowers by Elise)
Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed… if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons. ~James Russell Lowell
I know the thrill of the grasses when the rain pours over them.
I know the trembling of the leaves when the winds sweep through them.
I know what the white clover felt as it held a drop of dew pressed close in its beauteousness.
I know the quivering of the fragrant petals at the touch of the pollen-legged bees.
I know what the stream said to the dipping willows, and what the moon said to the sweet lavender.
I know what the stars said when they came stealthily down and crept fondly into the tops of the trees. ~Muriel Strode, “Creation Songs”
(Poppies, sweet alyssum, and bachelor’s buttons by Elise)
(Grazing cows in the meadow taken by Beth)
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. ~Rachel Carson
Happiness flutters in the air whilst we rest among the breaths of nature. ~Kelly Sheaffer
(Barn against sunset by Beth)
If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere. ~Vincent Van Gogh
All I want is to stand in a field
and to smell green,
to taste air,
to feel the earth want me,
Without all this concrete
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations, http://www.originals.net
I can still smell the green of the grass crushed beneath me. Feel the damp of the dew on my elbows. Hear the birdsong. ~Kristina Turner, The Self-Healing Cookbook, 2002, originally published 1987
(our garden by Elise)
God’s handiwork is all about me,
As I sit on the porch and gaze
At the far-off peaks of the mountains
That are touched with the sun’s bright rays.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “In the Mountains” (1940s)
(Our meadow with pond and hills beyond by Beth)
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. ~John Burroughs
A setting sun still whispers a promise for tomorrow. ~Jeb Dickerson, jebdickerson.com
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
(Coreopsis Tinctoria and Queen Anne’s Lace by Elise)
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story. ~Linda Hogan
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. ~Henry David Thoreau
(Bee Balm, white Phlox and other flowers in front garden by Beth)