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A Book.

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!  ~ Emily Dickinson Tomatoes in the garden.

The Squash.

Our berries have been coming in nicely.

Some veggies from our sweet neighbors.

Fresh bread, made by Rosie.

A beautiful sunset...

~` Julia

Summer days on the farm....

Well, Summer has been here full blast for the past couple of weeks.
 This past week has been hotter then I think we have had yet!!! Not to say that I haven't been enjoying *not* having snow on the ground for six months, but I still wouldn't mind having it just a tiny bit cooler outside.

The littles have been busy playing outside. They have decided that it is fun to go outside wearing straw hats and driving the lawn tractor, with a wagon hooked up to it and go "haying", i.e. driving around picking up the cut grass on the ground and putting it in the wagon and then dumping it, for Winter. :)

We have been swimming a lot and not doing to many long walks, as it had been in the high ninetys this week! Whew!!  

Here are some older pictures from around the farm...

A fairy house made by Celeisa and me.

And one by Sophia, Aimaija, and Rosie.

 .A stone wall....

Wild mushrooms!

"The Road Not Taken 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." 
~ Robert Frost 

~
 Julia

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.....

Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
’Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink. 

  

~John Keats.~

~ Julia

Beauty.....

It can be seen as so many different things and in so many different ways...

 The fire dancing off the rocks around it. The leaves blowing in the wind. The snow glancing off the sun. A child's laughter. Clothes hanging on the line. A stack of books ready to be read. A sunset. A sunrise. Beauty. It can be so much more then what we see as the days slip by.....

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~Julia