Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I follow the road less traveled...

My road to peacefulness...a farm road less traveled, beauteous fields of flowers line my path...

...wild chicory and black eyed Susan's...

...beautiful is my path strewn with color...

...Queen Anne's Lace and cattails abound down my country lane...

...then 'long comes MAN...always fear a man on a mower...will you not leave me some quiet bits of beauty...must all be in ruin...this was my trip to paradise...all lost...habitat reduced to drying fodder, wasted for nothing, what is this mad dash in the fall to cut away at the heart of summer...
Then they complain about not having finances for road work...hmmmm....



...however, a trip to Sister's Garden is never spoiled...you just have to have faith...and a little hope...

11 comments:

Utah Grammie said...

Ah the road is beautiful. My sister moved from her place in Arizona to a more remote place because they "put in sidewalks! Can you imagine? What's next? Paved roads??!!"

She was quite upset. And rightly so. She moved there because it WAS rural. Ah, maybe we're getting old..or smart(er) We know the value of peace, rest, beauty and nature..

Roses and Lilacs said...

I love the table and chairs. My kitchen was made for a table like that.

My favorite poem. Sad like the photo of the chopped up roadway.

My little country lane has only one house on it--mine. One day I walked up the road and saw monarch caterpillars on milkweed and butterflies nectaring on the red clover. The next day it was all gone. No food for butterfies, no next generation.

Marnie

willow said...

I love your beautiful "Bridges of Madison County" world.

Golden West said...

That's a great old dry sink - don't see many of those anymore.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

I like your banner and your pictures of Iowa roads remind me of many a trip through your state. (I grew up in southern Minnesota.) Drove my kids up there for years. The green is a most welcome site.

donna baker said...

At least the road is clean. Around here, you should see the trash people throw out on the roadways. I wish I could fine them, every one of them.

Jeanne said...

August is the best time for chicory and black-eyed Susans....

summersundays-jw said...

I see this so much. When I went to my friends last week in the country they had sprayed the roadways up to the fencing & it was all dead. What would be the point of that & can you just imagine what all died underneath. Jan

sassytrash said...

I always want to stop on the road and photograph or pick (I know, I know....bad girl!)wildflowers, but would probably be arrested or run over.....and then they come along and mow them all down!!!

Lookin' great and seasonal at Sister's--we are having so much fun planning our next Lakewood booth, but I'm restless to get on the road!

Tilda said...

Even on our country dirt road, that is barely even maintained let alone manicured, each summer I put out a sign in our stretch, that says DO NOT CUT, that I had painted and plop it right in the middle of my queen annes' lace, and wild chickory, along with the sweet peas. And that satifies me. But this year, they have no money, so nothing is cut anywhere and my heart smiles. Tilda

Greyscale Territory said...

Your country road is like a secret pathway to a beautiful dream! However, I don't mind the mower too much! Nature has a habit of stubbornly growing back thank goodness!