Monday, December 29, 2008

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.

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Blogger SusuPetal said...

Reminiscing is a state of mind -it's impossible to describe one's self to someone else, and yet -the others understand and know.

8:58 AM  
Blogger Mick said...

I agree with most of what you say. As for "the others understand and know", well, yes, some do. Isn't that why we writers write, we artists art and we poets poe? Of course, I love the way you see it at the end of the day. Oh those Finnish Sisters! They do so keep me in line. :)

10:19 AM  
Blogger hpy said...

How easy it was to walk - and run - when you (and SusuPetal, and I, and many others) were younger (we're still young). Running from a place to another, wanting to grow up, and growing up without seeing you do so until you start remembering about those wonderful old times when you were running around, wanting to know everything, and even more.

1:08 AM  
Blogger Mick said...

I particularly like how you describe that youthful anticipation fueled by impatience. Wanting so badly to grow up, then growing up without even noticing. As so many of you know, I take a lot of time throughout each year to sit quietly, to reminisce, to remember, to rewrite my own history and then move on again. :)

6:48 AM  

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