Wednesday, August 5, 2009

campfires, music, and a thank you

Tonight I lit a campfire while the sheep and goat grazed. I brought out my modest Epiphone and my Czech fiddle and played for my little herd. Eighteen chickens, two sheep, a pair of geese, two rabbits, the dogs and a goat listened to my renditions of favorite songs. I played Pretty Saro and Old Joe Clark. Cripple Creek and Ruby with the Eyes the Sparkle (which. incidentally, is the first song I learned by ear. I heard it on the movie Cold Mountain, and taught it to myself since no one else was going to on that particular smowy Idaho night). I was happy to get the smell of wood-smoke on my new fiddle. I saw one firefly. Both of us were too polite t to mention their season was over in Vermont. He flew by. I caught him in my hand, barely alive.

I would like to take a moment and thank the people who sent in donations to the farm. These past few months I've stumbled across a few gifts in my inbox and every time I see them in my account I am bowled over. Thank you. Know that the money you send goes directly to scratch grains, hay, sheep feed, and winter wood. Every little bit helps and I am in awe of your generosity. Over and over.


Anonymous wildallium said...

your friend from Saratoga again...I also saw one lone firefly tonight...silently flashing away. Didn't get to hold it in my hand. It's a cold one tonight...reminds me of autumn...

August 5, 2009 at 10:51 PM  
Blogger Peacemom said...

Autumn, yes, it's in the air in the mornings, too. Woke up to 59 degrees here in NH at 4:45 when I get up to work and it made me want to throw a batch of pumpkin muffins in the oven...yes, glory is on it's way!

August 6, 2009 at 2:15 PM  

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