Drawing water from the well -

"The Farmer's Wife"
digital collage by Mick Mather

Lately I've been reminiscing about summer days when I was a boy and taking great delight in walking through the pastures, meadows and woods of my grandparents small farm. Walking, especially at a young age, is just about the only manner of transport convenient to hand, and foot if we press the point. Seeking the right walking stick, the best path, flushing pheasant from the tall grass, listening to bird and bee. All of this while accompanied by a faithful dog, a barn cat or two and the scolding voices of squirrels, jays and the red winged blackbird. How then to document walks that only exist as memories? Around the next bend, perchance, we'll have an opportunity to ask the farmer's wife.