Tuesday, July 25, 2017

"NOW when the time of fruit and grain is come,
When apples hang above the orchard wall,
And from the tangle by the roadside stream
A scent of wild grapes fills the racy air,
Comes Autumn with her sunburnt caravan,
Like a long gypsy train with trappings gay
And tattered colours of the Orient,"

from Autumn
by Bliss Carman

From 2014 trip home found on old memory card.

"What faint sweet song out of the turning years 
Is thine amid the myriad songs of earth? "

from The Hepatica
by Archibald Lampman

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Bull

"Up there far enough you might hear the world, not 
what people say."

from The Prof 
by William Stafford

Last week we saw  a young bear on the point that juts out into the slough to the left of the cabin, the second bear we have seen there this summer. I did not get a good photo. Last night my wife pointed out that there was a moose on the right side of the slough. The ability to see these animals for our porch is one of the glories of this location.

"Cocked in that land tactile as leaves
wild things wait crouched in those valleys
west of your city outside your lives"

from Midwest 
by William Stafford

Friday, July 21, 2017

"I go and lie down where the wood drake 
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. 
I come into the peace of wild things 
who do not tax their lives with forethought 
of grief. I come into the presence of still water."

from The Peace of Wild Thing
by Wendell Berry

(trouble with font spacing today sorry)

Yesterday having run out of paint for the farm, we are redoing the outbuildings red with white trim, and having heard we were getting a storm today, one inch so far and no end in sight, we went bird watching. We headed out toward two historically Ukrainian/Canadian towns, Krydor and Hafford. More on these towns in a later post. One advantage to heading in this direction is the A&M

Bistro Bakery in Hafford. I am in no way associated with this enterprise, okay
(while in town we did purchase a ceramic rooster from people who professed to be their relatives at a yard sale, and we did have their cinnamon buns for breakfast) but my endorsement is based solely on merit.


The other reason for heading in this direction is a series of sloughs, we were hoping to see shorebirds and we learned last year birds here leave early.

We only saw one, shore bird. 

We did see some interesting ducks.
A Mallard? mom and brood.

One slough had both Redheads and Canvasbacks
hanging out together.

And we saw Ring-necked ducks at several sloughs
thanks Helen for the quick ID.

So it was a wonderful trip, we have not seen much less
photographed most of these duck species recently, and 
we still have cinnamon buns for tomorrow.

"From troubles of the world I turn to ducks,
Beautiful comical things
Sleeping or curled
Their heads beneath white wings
By water cool,
Or finding curious things
To eat in various mucks
Beneath the pool,"

from Ducks
by Frank W. Harvey

Thursday, July 20, 2017

" We come into life with nothing and gradually we build 
up the vast, rich world of the self: language and knowledge 
and relationships and belongings and experience and 
memory and love. Above all, memory and love. "

from Words fail us: dementia and the arts
by Nicci Gerrard


Tuesday, July 18, 2017

After a trip to an art exhibit in Rosthern, 
we had a lovely lunch as well, (see the
b & w photos,). We crossed the mighty
North Saskatchewan River on the 
Wingard ferry which is free, holds up to 
six cars and is a trip of several minutes.

Viewing these photos I think of other

"Imagine that you see the wretched 
Their babies at their backs and their poor 
Plodding to the ports and coasts for 
And that you sit as kings in your desires . . .
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had 
How insolence and strong hand should 
How order should be quelled; and by this 
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self 
Would shark on you, and men like 
ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another."

from the New Yorker, If you Prick Us, 
July 10 & 17, 2017
article by Stephen. Greenblatt, 

The quote's possible attribution, an
unpublished work by William Shakespeare 
from a play on Thomas More

Thursday, July 13, 2017


"The least little sound sets the coyotes walking,
walking the edge of our comfortable earth.
We look inward, but all of them
are looking toward us as they walk the earth."

Photo taken in the hayfield last Aug. early Sept, 2016.

"Coyotes are circling around our truth."

from Outside
by William Stafford

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


"I REMEMBER long veils of green rain
Feathered like the shawl of my grandmother-
Green from the half-green of the spring trees
Waving in the valley"

from Green Rain
by Dorothy Livesay