Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems: 1979, II

The mind that comes to rest is tended
In ways that it cannot intend:
Is borne, preserved and comprehended
By what it cannot comprehend.

Your Sabbath, Lord, thus keeps us by
Your will, not ours. And it is fit
Our only choice should be to die
Into that rest, or out of it.

6.17.2010

Continued pictures from Northern lights




One of the other happy tasks I mentioned earlier is moving manure, some nicely composted resembling soil, and others that are a bit more.....fresh. Most of it ends up in the new beds we're preparing for veggies, but we also tromp though this pile to herd cattle. It's also been pouring here recently, which makes this task even stickier. 


Most of the cattle are pretty skittish, especially the baby calves, but this yearling is Milky Way. She had to be bottle fed for awhile last year and comes to greet people relatively easily. 


                                                

This is one of my favorite shots so far.
(If you click on it you will see a larger version)

                                                

This is their cat Touffe. Playing with one of the six cats, one dog, dozens of chickens or herd of cattle are favorite pastimes. Touffe has been mesmerized by the barn swallow's nest in the eve of the house these last few days.


                                      

Today was the first day of their season's CSA (community supported agriculture). So we woke up earlier than usual to harvest, process, sort and package the veggies for the shares today. They do half of their shares on Thursdays and half on Mondays, so we will do this again very soon! The first share was big this year: potatoes and onions from last season, rhubarb, radishes, spicy mustard greens, lettuce/spinach mix, lamb's quarters (another green), and fresh tarragon and chives. 

1 comment:

  1. Mmm... rhubarb! I want to have some rhubarb pie now! Do you think we can grow rhubarb in Memphis?

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