The canal at the dairy farm
I’m at the dairy on a beautiful Sunday morning with Isabella. My vff’d feet are dangling below me as I sit on a concrete wall that crosses the canal that is adjacent to the bonaventure cemetery. There seems to be a symphony of birds taking place at the dairy farm this fine morning. Birds of all sorts chirp away. A red-tail hawk flies overhead as a king fisher skims the surface of the water searching for a fish to eat.
Earlier, I watched as a large school of inch long fish cascaded through the water with sun light capturing some in the school here and there with a brilliant silver reflection.
me and my vff's dangling off the wall that crosses the canal
Three crows just flew overhead. I only noticed them because of their reflection on the water as they flew overhead. To the trees on my right (where Bonaventure cemetery is) a flock of robins chirps away delightfully. On the trees to my left, little greenish birds dart back and forth from limb to limb as a serious mocking bird warily watches them. The king fisher continues to do his (or her) thing, looking for fresh fish but not fully focused on the task at hand because I’m a distraction that it would rather stay away from.
Enjoying the dairy farm with Rilke
Isabella is basking in the sun after a quick dip in the canal. Life is good.
Its so beautiful and peaceful here today. A slight breeze wafts through carrying the first hints of spring. The temperature is a delightful 68 and not a cloud in the sky to hold back the warmth of the sun on the back of my neck. I feel as I’ve died and gone to heaven… Perhaps.
A happy Isabella after a dip in the canal
The dairy farm is a magical place. Any minute now I expect Maccabee to appear in all his regality…only to shed it off quickly the moment he sees me and Isabella and bursts happily into my waiting arms. Maccabee’s spirit is here. I feel its warmth wash over my heart.
The love I once had, I see her too. No inhibitions any longer. Its our time.
My favorite Rilke poem
Life is good.
peace,
dh
03/07/2010
There is a king fisher in this pic. its hard to make out
Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well.
Enormous space is near.
Rilke 