Back to the Farm

    Following years of business travel I am now able to turn more attention to Flying Ewe Farm.  The land lived its own, largely undisturbed, life during my periodic absences.  I walk around and feel it welcoming me back. There are some sad looking fence posts and hanging wire.  But all can be brought back.  Ideas are forming for new pastures and improved cattle tanks.

   One can learn a lot by looking down at the ground and up at the trees. A hummingbird nest and crayfish holes are just some of the treats.  Staring at the pond waiting for fish to come close to the surface.  Looking out at and over the hills and studying the clouds (and my navel if it wasn't so cold and I needed to be so bundled).  

   The little dog pulls me around and makes me stop and look around as she sniffs and digs. She drinks in the land and its gifts.  Millions of nasal receptors form a vision of her surroundings.  A long walk fills them with memories she can lay in her dog bed and dream about.