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Barn Blaze
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let...
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Hay Making
Hayfield at BriarCroft –photo by Nate Gibson our hay field near the farm –photo by Nate Gibson unloading bales into the hay barn– photo by Nate Gibson stacking the wagon –photo by Nate Gibson...
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Melt and Flow
Light and wind are running over the headed grass as though the hill had melted and now flowed. ~Wendell Berry “June Wind” It will soon be haying time, as soon as a stretch of clear days appear on the...
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Dusky Dawn Gauze
Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. ~Oscar Wilde from...
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Every Cubic Inch of Space
Why, who makes much of miracles? As to me, I know nothing else but miracles… To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the...
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Shine Through
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. ~Jane Kenyon, “Let Evening Come“
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Stillness in the Field
Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun: Gold circles strewn across the sloping field, They seem arranged as if each one Has found its place; together they appeal To some glimpsed order in my mind...
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‘Tis Hay Time
Tis haytime & the red complexioned sun Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun Along the meadow hedges here & there To sing loud songs to the sweet smelling air Where breath of flowers &...
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Dancing in Dust Motes
emptied and ready They put up hay loose there, the old way, forking it into the loft from the wagon rack while the sweaty horses snorted and switched off flies and the littlest kids were commanded to...
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A Deep Fear of Emptiness
Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun: Gold circles strewn across the sloping field, They seem arranged as if each one Has found its place; together they appeal To some glimpsed order in my mind...
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