Tuesday, April 02, 2013

My Favourite Farm

By Belinda

Tonight I was telling a group of friends about a farm I pass each day on the way to and from work. It is old, not fancy, but I never tire of how it looks in different lights and seasons. 

These are some photos of my favourite farm. Look carefully and you will see they are the same trees, but God dresses them so beautifully in the light and atmosphere, that you would hardly guess it.



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In this house lives a recluse. The driveway is overgrown with weeds and a chain blocks entrance to visitors. A sign is hammered to a fence post, "No Trespassing." All alone he lives--I sometimes wonder about his story, and what he does in his house, all alone.

13 comments:

Cindy said...

He hopefully looks out his window and thanks God for the view!

Susan Starrett said...

Thanks for sharing! Your photos capture the loneliness of the place and are stunning!

Belinda said...

Thank you Cindy and Susan,
I'm captured every time I pass it. Funny--I miss people on the road who are waving at me from passing cars, and many other things that my hubby notices--but I never miss a breathtaking display of beauty!

Susan said...

Ah, I know that farm well myself, on the north side of the road, and have often mused over the obvious fact that there is little access to the outside world and vice versa... It seems to have a story all it's own, doesn't it? If only those walls could talk... Love the photos...

I have a tree... Or I had a tree. A big old maple - near the corner of the 15th Line and the 15th Sideroad. I have watched that tree for 30 years or more and wondered every time that it could be still standing. Even 30 years ago, it was clearly in its "declining" years. I knew it was just a matter of time, and yet.. I still watched for it. Still stubbornly bearing old scars - evidence of its character and integral to its awkward beauty.

Last time I passed there, just this past Saturday, I was with Ron. I looked for the tree, but the long delayed inevitable had finally come. The stump, which was all that was left, stark and cold. One day I'm going to stop there and count the rings. And then I'll be able to tell my grandchildren. "See that old stump? That tree stood there guarding this corner for all those many years... I loved that old tree."

I wonder if Ron thought I was a little crazy when he caught me wiping away a few tears.

I'm glad you've been taking photos of your reclusive farm. I don't think I have any of my tree... Maybe one, but I wouldn't know where to find it anymore in my archive boxes full of jumbled photos. But the memory of it, through all the seasons, through all the years, is firmly etched in my mind, and no woodcutter can ever take that away or burn it in a woodstove...

Tracy Campbell said...

Thanks, Belinda for alerting me to your post. For some reason, your posts don't get delivered to my email box and I forget to check my reader.
Thanks for posting these breathtaking photos. And to think, I practically live behind what I thought was deserted house.
Have a wonderful time away. :-)

Belinda said...

Susan, I loved your "tree story." Yes, it seems our eyes are drawn familiar trees as though to old friends who are faithful and solid through thick and thin and in all seasons. I would have brushed away a tear too, to find that tree cut down.

Belinda said...

Tracy, now that I know that I can see your barn from my window that is so cool. And it is very cool that you live so close to my favourite farm! :)

Marilyn Yocum said...

Beautiful photos and intriguing thoughts! I love to muse on such things as this.

Belinda said...

Thank you Marilyn!

Tracy Campbell said...

I'll have to put up some type of flag. Hmm...perhaps a white one when I'm in distress. LOL :-)

Belinda said...

I'll have my binoculars pointed in the direction of your barn Tracy! :)

Tracy Campbell said...

I'd best behave then. :)

Lisa said...

I lived out on a farm as a child and I really miss being there. The fresh air was wonderful.