Early morning here, with a tad of clouds.

It has been almost 2 months, since rain has fallen,

  and the ground is parched.

The beginning of Spring, brought our Swallows, who have been 

  visitors for 5 years now. They build their nests all around our house, 

  in any nook and cranny they feel, is safe. The nests are built of mud, with binders 

  of straw, and grass. After completing, the birthing begins. In total, we have 8 nests,

  and 3 to 4 eggs, per nest. As of now, each mother, is on their 3rd set, and the first 2 sets, 

  have flown, and joined the flock. Amazing Birds that bring friendship, and loads of poop,

  but the clean-up is so, worth, the experience.

 Roundabouts have become very popular, it seems.

   In our travels, and in our small town.

   When we first moved, to our farm, 

      our driveway had a roundabout.

   A tree centered it, and overtime,

      became a sunflower haven.

   The purpose, to move traffic through easier,

      but I feel, most times, chaos ensues.

   Ideas brought forth, from the past,

     should have more flavor, of the past,

     when implemented into real time

                                          Snowfall Came

                                    Barren trees, stand tall,

                                    Against the glistening white,

                                    Of fresh laid snow.

                                    Tiny footprints appear,

                                      where birds have walked.

                                    The sounds, different,

                                      as the ground sleeps.

                                    The sun reflects,

                                      new found sights.

                                     A drip from the roof,

                                       as the slow melting,

                                       begins.

                                     A path revealed,

                                       inch by inch.

                                     There will be days,

                                       of the familiar,

                                       appearing,

                                     As the white, 

                                       turns clear.

                                     Moments of the landscape,

                                     Treasured through time.

 

                                     

 The weep of a Willow,

  So majestic,

   Flecks of sunlight, glisten,

   As a breeze, gently sways,

   She tempts the ground,

   With flowing length,

   The call of calm,

   Evokes a vision,

   Of serenity,

   Come to me,

   Walk beneath,

   Revel in my slower pace.

                  As i sit,this peaceful morning,fan whirling,train whistle in the distance,

              i know serenity.

                  The days are getting longer,with pops of growth to be seen,and spring 

              on the edge,waiting to blossom.

                   Chores will begin soon,with active critters waiting for their morning 

              treats,and a Howdy from Mom,but for now,all is calm.

                    Each day brings a new endeavor.

                    We have cows, as you know.

                    Beautiful little red Heifers, to be exact,

              with darling personalities.

                    Betsy and Bashful!

                    As i sit at the picnic table, sun warming, i wonder why

              Betsy is in one pasture, and Bassful in another, 

              as they usually roam together.

                    Betsy noticed me, mooed, then came along the fence,

              so i went to explore.

                    She sure was in a tizzy, the closer i got.

                    As i looked towards the barn, i noticed the gate,

              between pastures, closed.

                    Their nature, rubbing on anything that will scratch the itch,

              had worked the gate loose, from open to close.

                    Poor Betsy!

                    As i walked beside her, we chatted about the situation, and

              how Mom was going to make it all better.

                    As soon as the gate opened, she smiled, thanked me,

              then proceeded to find Bashful.

                   One happy girl!

                   Our bond is forming, and sure feels good.

                   As for Bashful, for now she is curious, but stills stays skittish.

                   Time and patience!

                   Remember to smile!!

                   Amazing how a smile, makes a day brighter!

 Chickens, oh what curious little creatures, they are.

Under foot, flying high, better watch your step, when near.

Always saying, "Pet me Mom".

We have one old girl, i call granny.

She's always yiping, when i'm around.

Can't give her enough attention.

Each day, as i clean the coop,

   underfoot, is an understatement.

Each one, squawking for attention.

So i stop, give each one a pet, and rub,

   and for awhile, they are appeased.

Last chore, changing water.

You'd have thought, i was giving them a golden egg.

They love when i spill.

Funny, how such a small act, brings such joy!

 Of a morning,when silence blankets the farm, a peace lands within.

           As the minutes tick, a train travels, with the only sound, of wheels,

             touching track.

           As i make my way, to the barn, i catch sight of a Cardinal, perched on wire,

             watching with caution.

           A slight breeze erupts, pushing tin against metal, stirring sounds of

             windchimes,

           After chores are done, a calm settles.

           The fields are coming alive, with a wash of sunrise.

           Birds chirping, dogs barking, put the silence to sleep.

           The land is awake.

           Time moves on.

           Spotted a yellow butterfly.

           In the midst of summer, when butterflies are abundant, watching

              gives knowledge.

           Strange thing is, they like dog poop.

           Wouldn't have believed, if someone had told, but seeing is truth.