the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Tag: arizona

wearing sedona

Tsumori Chisato SS13 = Sedona, Arizona and Georgia O’Keeffe.  so good.

images via prism of threads

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I want to be dust
caught by the wet
that brings forth weeds
and wildflowers;

(during a dust storm)
poem: what i want to be

in the hang

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“A cowgirl gets up in the morning,
decides what she wants to do
and does it.”
-Marie Lords, 1861

image: “Kitty Canutt” riding Winnemucca in 1919 (here)

this giving of love to the work of the hands

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“As Gill says, “every man is called to give love to the work of his hands. Every man is called to be an artist.” The small family farm is one of the last places – they are getting rarer every day – where men and women (and girls and boys, too) can answer that call to be an artist, to learn to give love to the work of their hands. It is one of the last places where the maker – and some farmers still do talk about “making the crops” – is responsible, from start to finish, for the thing made. This certainly is a spiritual value, but it is not for that reason an impractical or uneconomic one. In fact, from the exercise of this responsibility, this giving of love to the work of the hands, the farmer, the farm, the consumer, and the nation all stand to gain in the most practical ways: They gain the means of life, the goodness of food, and the longevity and dependability of the sources of food, both natural and cultural. The proper answer to the spiritual calling becomes, in turn, the proper fulfillment of physical need.”

Wendell Berry, Bringing it to the Table: Writings on Farming and Food
image: A farm mother and her child. ca. 20th Century. National Archives

flock mentality

Two of our chickens died yesterday.

The girls watched as he dug two holes far out in the pasture – one for Lourdes, a meek gray cochin hen, and another for Henny Penny (the hen who ate the lizard).

I had a few questions for the teenage boy working at the feed shop, inquiring how and why. The stress of the move? Dehydration? Parasites? The conversation ended with a beautifully sad revelation. The two of them had died near each other and within the same hour. He said it was the flock/herd mentality: chickens sense these things – sickness and impending death – and often they die in pairs or threes.

Lemon, our white leghorn who has looked like death for weeks, was on her way out as well. The girls and love nurtured and cared for her as I made my way home. I spoke to her, too. She’s a scrawny little girl who wants nothing more than to have some babies.  In the old house, she was the brooder and egg hoarder. So, I promised her. (Yes, I did.) If she pulled through  – I’d get her a rooster and she could finally have her nest and some chicks. As the sun headed toward the horizon, we fed her some watermelon, and I watched her slowly make her way to Henõ Penõ, the other remaining one (who was the outcast of the flock and completely unphased by what had killed the other two). Lemon was too weak to perch for the night but curled up below Henõ.

She survived through the night. This morning, she pecked at the leftover watermelon and moved through the yard.

A good sign.

Things are happening here on the farm: the 4:30am animal party – every morning – each animal praising the new day, this lesson of death, two scorpion sightings, the girls cleaning their tree house, llama love, little L’s laughter, and the list of things-to-do-and-fix grows and grows.

image: here

the country

To country people cows are mild,
And flee from any stick they throw;
But I’m a timid town bred child,
And all the cattle seem to know.

~ TS Eliot

image: here

the first morning

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coffee and a llama ride.

bola tie

“as a rockhound, wearing a bola tie affords you the opportunity to exhibit your gemstone collection. ”

~ from here

small fact: In 1971, Arizona signed into law a statute
making the bola tie the official neckwear of Arizona.

photo from the brick-house

 

an element of the eternal

“All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory — of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.”

~charles baudelaire

photos: at the zoo

still standing

“Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.”

~ Ayn Rand

(me and my arrow: taking the high road)