Orb Weaver in Weeds at Dawn

Impermanent Nature

 Through the Barn Window into Sunset

I looked toward the hole cut in the wall, a typical barn “window”.

A stunning vista of light and shadow ~
In seconds it was but a memory…

When it is dark enough,
you can see the stars.
~ralph waldo emerson

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vineyard + volunteer Daffs

Vineyard in Winter

Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

vineyard winter

A cold wet morning at 7am.

The vines have just been pruned back, grass is mown {or awaiting it’s turn…} and the prunings chopped and tilled into the soil.

About a month ago~
winter vineyardAnother growing season in the vineyards begins…

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
Beatrix Potter

Pinot grapes

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Van Gogh's starry night

Reminders at 3AM

Ridiculous that this post is in it’s 29th revision but either that or silence. Here the wind is howling, rattling windows, as if to come in for a cup of tea while ripping at the tin of the barn roof.

Pondering paths ahead, probably an unwise idea. The many dichotomies. I haven’t been afraid since I don’t know when. I am angry at the unexpected realities of my life, not that farming is ever secure. Mother Nature will do her thing no matter what I may want. However my new reality means there are many unanswered questions. Only thru seeking wisdom are answers I tend to forget.  There’s no escape. There never is. I will survive. I have survived what I was sure I could not. I live by a simple yet profound dharma.

No Hope, No Fear, No Doubt

And so, dear readers, this “country” woman prepares to depart the country when I am unprepared for new horizons. The dark glowering hills before me now, soon will be memories as we are doing the inevitable tedium of seeking buyers who think they want a “Wine Country Lifestyle”. It is really all so much bullshit.

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Milkweed

Look at the Stars…

I have heard these words before….

“I will try to fix you…”

Me
Me

The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.

Thich Nhat Hanh

"Grib skov" by Malene Thyssen - Own work

Green Glorious Green

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”

Frances Hodgson Burnett
“The Secret Garden”

dawn's light-countrywomqnpaints.com

Early early…
the light is coming over the hills,
bringing green into view.

 

trees at dawn-countrywomanpaints.com

A lovely yellow light that makes everything shimmer for just a moment.
Like shining thru a thousand tiny water drops,
all is magnified to it’s essence.

 

countrywomanpaints.com-walnut orchard in green pastures

English walnuts stand in front of the eucalyptus grove.

 

countrywomanpaints-petaluma river to bay

The bay in morning light following a full day and night of blessed downpours.

 

countrywomanpaints.com-An Offering of the Deepest Luscious Green of Early Spring

time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love.
e.e. cummings

vineyard-gate

Clear Sky in Blue Water

countrywomanpaints.com-sky in water trough
Sky in Water

There are days that seem ordinary. Like this one.
Me, dog and camera, walking in a pasture.
I didn’t know I had captured  blue and white sky in the water filling our rusted metal trough but somehow magic happens.

Imagine my surprise… Tho I shouldn’t be!

There is a saying in Tibetan,
“Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.”

No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.

The Dalai Lama