We have seen the rooster mount the chicken. And the billy goat provided a spectacle, yesterday, that no health class lecture could ever match for nuance or honesty. I've expected these life lessons here on the farm. Every day, it seems, we are offered a new idea to ponder.
I was brushing Raspberry and fussing with her chain. I would say she is officially halter broken. Smart girl, she learns fast! I was thinking that tomorrow we might let her into the field unchained. When Henry hollered over the paddock, "Hey Mom, I think you should come see Nibbler (the goat;) he is not getting up." I said I'd be there in a minute but Ry went right over. She came back. She said, "Well, I have seen the look that does not see."
I stood up, right away, and went to Nibbler. I was too late. So now, in honor of Nibbler and my daughter the poet, I offer Emily Dickinson.
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Poor Nibbler. I hope he had a long and happy life.
I heart Emily Dickinson. She's one of my favorite poets.
"Well, I have seen the look that does not see."
Wow. I say 'wow' a lot to the things you post, don't I? :)
But seriously, wow. I love poet souls.
Thanks y'all. I heart Emily too, but not nearly as much as my husband hearts her. He really really hearts her a lot. And when he heard what Ry said he said, Good God, she sounds like Emily D.
The poet I most love (other than Ry, of course) is Mary Oliver. Sigh.
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