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A Ride around the Farm

Gerald reported at lunch the other day on the beauty of the wild flowers in our Conservation Reserve Program (CRP) acres.  He wanted to send a bouquet of these to daughter Katherine, so he invited me to take a tour with him that afternoon to collect flowers. 

We climbed into the Gator and started off first to check out the little sunflower plants in several plots around the farm.  The deer have destroyed one plot and are working on another, but Gerald has sprayed four plots with deer repellent that is supposed to keep the deer away.  We will see in another month whether we get to enjoy blossoms on these plots.  If we do, the birds will have quite a feast later when the seeds drop from the bloom center. Although we saw no deer on this particular day, we did see one circle of smashed grass where they had slept. 

Gerald has planted all kinds of hay seed and native grasses on the CRP land surrounding our home—timothy, lespedeza, red top, alfalfa. Although there is some work for the farmer involved with this government program requiring planting, mowing, and sometimes careful burning, it is pleasant to think of the earth growing richer for future generations and bird life more abundant for us.  Little blue stem is particularly appealing to Gerald because unlike a dense ground cover  such as fescue, this native grass has bare spots between the plants, and the quail have room to nest and run through these little alley ways. 

Soon we were over beyond our lake and were riding through lush tall grasses and abundant patches of flowers--brown-eyed Susans, Queen Anne’s lace, red and ladino clover, and plants I did not know the name of.  Gerald would grab his machete and hop off and cut tall stems to put into our large box in the back of the Gator.  I have heard of sweet clover all my life, but somehow I thought that was just a generic name for the red and white.  Now I have learned that the very tall plants with lacy leaves and little yellow blossoms are what that term refers to. The lacy leaves on the stems of partridge pea were as pretty as blossoms to me. All these were added to the box along with some pretty heads of milkweed, which of course oozed its milky substance when Gerald cut the stems. 

Although we occasionally saw the quite lovely lavender bloom of thistle plant, we didn’t collect them when Gerald chopped the thorny things down.  I was reminded of my dad paying my older siblings so much for every one of the thistles they cut from his pasture.  I think I tagged along with Rosie and Jim but was too young to make any money. 

Gerald remembered being paid for collecting pods from the milkweed plant for the war effort during World War II.  The silky seeds inside were used for life jackets.  

Infrequently we saw the brown head of the weed called sour dock, and I remembered using those seeds for coffee in the play house I created in two of the angles of the rail fence still remaining at Mount Airy Farm from my father’s childhood. I loved my mother’s stories about her and her friend Vera’s adventures, and so I tried to imitate their rail fence play house.  (One angle provided a living room area, and the next angle allowed me to have a kitchen.  I carried in a wooden box for a table and other objects for furniture.)  Gerald clipped me one stalk of dock in honor of  that childhood memory, and it looked rather nice in the middle of the arrangement I put on our dining room table, where it matched the brown cloth beneath it.

 I am sure part of the reason for this ride around the farm was to distract me from the sadness of our daughter’s illness, and temporarily it did. Our box was full and running over, so I had plenty of flowers for a huge bouquet from Gerald to Katherine, which was especially pretty when he added a few tiger lilies and orange butterfly weed.  There was a bouquet for us, a couple of blooms for the kitchen table, and a huge arrangement in a bucket for the front porch. Best of all was the memories stirred up and the memories created of fields full of golden yellow blossoms swaying midst an abundance of tall warm season grasses.

 The Farm Service Agency (FSA) website which administers the Conservation Reserve Program (CRP) for the federal Department of Agriculture gives this explanation:   “In exchange for a yearly rental payment, farmers enrolled in the program agree to remove environmentally sensitive land from agricultural production and plant species that will improve environmental health and quality. Contracts for land enrolled in CRP are 10-15 years in length. The long-term goal of the program is to re-establish valuable land cover to help improve water quality, prevent soil erosion, and reduce loss of wildlife habitat.”

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I have put 2 and 2 together

I have put 2 and 2 together and now the "Katherine" I have been rooting for over all these latest blogs of yours is now properly placed in my mind as your daughter. The different last names threw me, I guess, and I hadn't had time to go back through your earlier blogs to get to the truth.  

It is with oft-heavy heart that kind people must face trials like this:   seeing someone wonderful who they love so deeply going through such suffering. I am a person of faith--just not of fixed-faith--and know that my own trials have not pushed me away from God/Other; they have pulled me closer. And, in moments like this, I find myself very thankful when others also have a faith that comforts them and which has pulled them closer.  The world can be lonely when you don't think there's a bigger picture.

Anyways, all the best to you, Sue.

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Thank you,, Amy

Thanks you for your kind comments and for your faith.  I truly believe that faith is often contagious and so one person's faith begats and encourages another's.   (Of course depression and violence are also often contagious unfortuantely.  But faith is the best antidote.)  I so apapreciate your reading--and also admire your writing when I skip over to your blogs--and I appreciate your taking the time to comment and encourage me.  Now my world is less lonely because you are part of the bigger picture.

FYI:  We have four children:  Katherine Cedar, 56; Gerry, 55; Jeannie Eiler, 52; and Mary Ellen Taylor, 50.  (Had been so long since I had figured all their ages that I was flabbergasted when Ijust did.  Hope I got them right. Ha.)  Katherine was a professional singer who gave concerts to troops,  a middle school teacher who worked in inner-city Nashville public schools and volunatarily made home visits to the projects, children's librarian who kept a l00 of so preschools at a time enthralled with stories, and a reading and music teacher back here in Illinois when MS forced her retirement. And then miracle of miracle, she and David had Samuel Joseph--now 16 and the highlight of her life.  Gerry is a softball coach, Jeannie an art teacher, and Mary Ellen now a realtor but a former writer and magazine editor when living in Tennesee.   Gerry's three daughters, Jeannie's three children, and Mary Ellen's two are also their most outstanding contributions to the world, according to their grandmother.