Thursday, September 15, 2011

poems could be written

Poems could be written about nights like tonight. I am not a poet, but if given enough time, I could write so many paragraphs about the details and events that lead up to such simple things it could make disclaimer copywriters blush. I am standing in my kitchen in my father's old sweater. I am wearing a hat I spun and knit from my sheep. Dinner was two small bowls of potato soup and bread from the woodstove, chased by hard cider. My potatoes, my onion. Milk, garlic, and cheese from neighbors and friends. A chicken was found dead a few hours ago during chores, killed by a weasel. She had bites in her neck dripping blood in the rain. This no longer ruins a night, it's just a part of it. Rain came, so did cold air. Jasper and I did not work in harness. Gibson did not herd sheep. Tonight I rested and stayed dry, ate soup, and felt supported and happy. I knit chunky wool into a scarf. I watched an episode of Heartland on the Roku box. I snuggled into this cold, rainy, evening the best ways I knew how. And the little things that brought me here: a garden, a flock of sheep, a community, a stove, a chimey, needles and yarn....

This is not being self congratulatory. This is being incredulous.
I can not believe this is the girl from design school. How can she be?


Blogger Kat said...

Oh, what a beautiful picture you've just painted. Just lovely, Jenna...

September 15, 2011 at 9:59 PM  
Blogger Norma from Misty Haven Alpacas said...

Simple's always the simple things that bring us true happiness, isn't it? I really enjoy your writing.

September 15, 2011 at 10:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When I was a freshman in high school, I dreamed of another life - one backlit by NYC street lights and surrounded by the cacophony of busy subways. I wanted to be a reporter for The New York Times.

As a senior, I changed directions. I attended college in Vermont. Solace and steady work, not nose to the grindstone, are refreshing. I even grew up in a small town in southeastern New England.

The point: Life can change in a heartbeat, a breath. And that complete 180 makes all the difference; it adds fullness and appreciation for simple things.

Life is...experiencing all that is around you, that makes up your day. It is living in the moment.

Beautiful post...

September 15, 2011 at 10:31 PM  
Blogger kandy Gray said...

it is because you wanted it

September 16, 2011 at 12:09 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Jenna, you have no idea how much joy you bring each time around when I read about your love for your farm, your animals, your creative endeavours. Just relish your words and in that way you are a poet of sorts.

Have a great weekend.

September 16, 2011 at 2:47 AM  
Blogger Karen Rickers said...

Sounds like an amazing (and restful) evening.

Are you watching Heartland, the show about the horse ranch in Alberta? (Or is there another Heartland?) I watch the show to see the horses ... the same way alcoholics smell corks! Ah well, there's sure to be a horse somewhere in my future! Hope they're as cute as Jasper. (But taller, much taller! :-D )

September 16, 2011 at 7:27 AM  
Blogger The Kelly's Adventures in KY said...

Sounds like a lovely way to spend a pre-fall evening. Through works of your own, and others close by. Isn't Heartland the best? There is just something about that show that helps me smile again inside. It is like a modern day Leave it to Beaver with horses.

September 16, 2011 at 8:21 AM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Yup, the Alberta ranch one is the one!

And I have taller horses in my future too!

September 16, 2011 at 9:17 AM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Yup, the Alberta ranch one is the one!

And I have taller horses in my future too!

September 16, 2011 at 9:17 AM  
Blogger Patti said...

You drew me into your evening on the farm. What a picture you paint. I enjoyed it so much!

September 16, 2011 at 9:26 AM  
Blogger Meredith A said...

how many of your birds have been killed this year?

if you're interested in plans or tips on how to predator proof your coop i'd be happy to share them.

it doesn't sound like you're phased by the predation of your flock, but every time you allow a predator to kill you're throwing money away. not protecting your birds doesn't lend itself to a sustainable, ethical, or financially sound practice.

i doubt this will be well received, but keep in mind you wrote a guide on how to raise and house chickens, having your own die so frequently doens't make you look like a credible source of such information.

September 16, 2011 at 9:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't life good? :)

September 16, 2011 at 10:00 AM  
Blogger Maria said...

You are a poet and a poem WAS just written. Nicely done.

September 16, 2011 at 10:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your whole life is a journey to becoming yourself. The lucky ones actually make it. Congratulations, I think you're nearly there.

September 16, 2011 at 10:48 AM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Oh, MeredithA.

No amount of books, or experience, or anything short of chicken jail stops a weasel. I am fine with losing birds to predators for the whole flock to be free-ranging. Predators got to eat too.

I am well aware of how to keep my animals locked into pens where nothing can get them. I choose not to. Out of 60+ birds this year I think I lost 10-15 to predators. It is why if I want to raise 45 birds, I start out with 60. The most savvy, quick, and clever birds live on and Darwinism takes the rest. It's how I want my coop run.

I'm 100% okay with you thinking I'm credible or not.

September 16, 2011 at 12:09 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

and life IS GOOD!

September 16, 2011 at 12:09 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

thought this was wonderful.

September 16, 2011 at 12:43 PM  
Blogger Catcoco said...

I have been knitting and watching Heartland too these past few nights. I am not usually into TV much but this one show is addictive :)

September 16, 2011 at 2:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Because she wanted it badly enough to do something about it. :)

September 16, 2011 at 7:05 PM  
Blogger Glyndalyn said...

The stove and bread look great.

September 16, 2011 at 11:16 PM  

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