The Weekly Bleat

A Prayer In Spring ~ Robert Frost *Read at the Dedication of John F. Kennedy Park, May 29, 1987   Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.   Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.   And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air sands still.   For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfill.

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Signs of Spring

  “Daffodils” ~William Wordsworth (1770-1850)   I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch’d in […]

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Attracting Bees

“The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; a clover; anytime, to him, is aristocracy.” ~Emily Dickinson These photographs are courtesy of our friend and photographer, Doug Frassa.  Many thanks to Doug for graciously sharing his lovely photographs with Fourth Generation Farmgirl.

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September

In my opinion, September is the loveliest time of the year. Typically filled with clear, temperate, blue-sky days, September’s gentle sun and warm breezes create the perfect opportunity for long walks, reading a book in the garden, or just tinkering about on the farm. So, to celebrate this stunning month, here’s a little poetry and my all-time favorite song from […]

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The Weekly Bleat: Remembering Maine and Edna St. Vincent Millay

I would like to dedicate this post to my husband’s 102 year-old grandfather.  He is affectionately known as “Bump” or “Bumpy” to his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, because he always bumped foreheads to say goodnight when tucking them into bed at the family’s summer retreat in Maine.  “Camp,” as this summer place is lovingly called, has been an important part of […]

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Hope

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers ~Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve  heard it in the […]

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Hope and a Howl

I haven’t heard a howl in over a week now, and I miss it.  I wouldn’t have thought I’d say it, but I do.  Most of the time, I’m busy saying, “TOO LOUD, Maud–SSHHH!” Maud is our 10-year-old, bluetick hound dog.  She is quite a character:  comical, loving, determined, sweet, uncouth, whimsical, loyal, charming….. and LOUD.  Maud is a hound, […]

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The Weekly Bleat: Acceptance and Gratitude

*Pictured are Clover and Hamish.  Two of the sweetest sheep ever! 🙂 Acrostic Poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer “Acceptance” Allowing Circumstances or Conditions to Evolve with Peace and patience in your heart, Taking An opportunity to Notice how a little faith and gratitude Can transform any unfavorable life Event into something better. “Gratitude” Grace Running Abundantly Through every moment and […]

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