This poem is found hand written on the first page of a Bible owned by my Great, Great Grandfather, William D Smith, born 3-7-1828, died 7-21-1921. He survived the Civil War Battle of Gettysburg.
Written in his Bible are these words:
Calm sleeps the sea when storms are o'er
With bosom silent and serene
And but the plank upon the shore
Reveals that wreaks have been
To some frail thing like this maybe
Left floating on times silent tide
The sole remaining trace of me
To tell I lived and died.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thank You - Artists and Teachers
Focus with me for a few minutes on the goodness in our “passions and desires.” When I was a newer Christian I seem to remember hearing sermons about dying out to our passions and desires. If it wasn’t preached that way, then at least that’s the way I heard it and thought it. It was somehow planted in my mind that I should give up passions and desires in order to be a good Christian. Now I realize that those thoughts were tweaked in a form of spiritual pride attached to wanting to be good and please God. I would like to thank all you artists and teachers out there in my Facebook land who fight to keep your passions alive by mentioning just a few of you; Kay, Marlene, Dale, Susan, Laura C. Kay, I love the way you put words and color together and put them before us in meaningful and inspirational , creative ways. Marlene; thanks for the beauty you create with your hands that we can touch with our own hands. Dale; thanks for capturing the beauty of the Northwest and allowing us to see what flows through you to the paper. Susan; thanks for sharing your passion and desires with young ones, inspiring many to follow big dreams. Laura Coffman; thanks for capturing expressions and personalities of many and bringing them to us to enjoy with you. Thank you for helping me to keep my own passions and desires alive. Keep your passions and desire burning brightly for us all to see.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Living In The Woods
What I like about living in the woods
Getting up early and going outside to catch the morning sun break through the Douglas Fir trees and shed its light on the filbert trees and blueberry bushes is an experience I do not get tired of. I love it that my dogs do not know what fences or leashes are for. They wander freely about the farm, exploring for who knows what. Sometimes they go to the river for recreational swimming. The neighbors have reported seeing them floating the rapids over and over again. They wait for me to leave the house and lead the way, prancing excitedly as if we are going on some great adventure. I love pausing from my work to spot the Bald Eagle or Osprey I hear flying overhead. The large Pileated Woodpecker sometimes fly through the trees, stopping long enough to find a snack or two in the filbert trees. I like it that I can “go” any where I want to. I like the view in any direction. I know that it’s spring when the Great Horned Owl, Stellar Jays, and the crows show up. I know that it’s fall when the Canadian Geese fly down river and the fields turn bright red. I know that it’s summer because the blueberries are ready to pick and it’s time to harvest the honey. Know that summer is over, but fall isn’t quite here because the filbert trees drop their nuts on the driveway. I know that it’s winter when I’m cold and wet and need to get the fire going to warm up and dry out. What I don’t like is making the 50 mile trip to town and back for a few items to fix something that breaks. Oh well.
Getting up early and going outside to catch the morning sun break through the Douglas Fir trees and shed its light on the filbert trees and blueberry bushes is an experience I do not get tired of. I love it that my dogs do not know what fences or leashes are for. They wander freely about the farm, exploring for who knows what. Sometimes they go to the river for recreational swimming. The neighbors have reported seeing them floating the rapids over and over again. They wait for me to leave the house and lead the way, prancing excitedly as if we are going on some great adventure. I love pausing from my work to spot the Bald Eagle or Osprey I hear flying overhead. The large Pileated Woodpecker sometimes fly through the trees, stopping long enough to find a snack or two in the filbert trees. I like it that I can “go” any where I want to. I like the view in any direction. I know that it’s spring when the Great Horned Owl, Stellar Jays, and the crows show up. I know that it’s fall when the Canadian Geese fly down river and the fields turn bright red. I know that it’s summer because the blueberries are ready to pick and it’s time to harvest the honey. Know that summer is over, but fall isn’t quite here because the filbert trees drop their nuts on the driveway. I know that it’s winter when I’m cold and wet and need to get the fire going to warm up and dry out. What I don’t like is making the 50 mile trip to town and back for a few items to fix something that breaks. Oh well.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Harvest Season For Pick Your Own Blueberries
Blueberry harvest season will be here soon!!! Harvest season of pick your own blueberries is relatively short. It starts usually in July and goes through August. Our Blueberry Patch Farm produces 50,000 pounds plus of beautiful naturally grown blueberries.
Families come from all over Oregon for you pick blueberries. We do have people who travel from as far away as Southern California and Idaho just to spend time on our farm.
We work hard all year to provide a great you pick blueberries experience. There are picnic areas scattered around the farm so people bring their picnic baskets and blankets to spend the whole day.
We are located on the McKenzie River just east of Leaburg at 89849 Greenwood Drive.
It is well know that blueberries are one of the healthiest foods on the planet. Add that to a great day with friends and family on a working blueberry farm while you pick to fill up your freezer and you have a great inexpensive family vacation. Some family return every week to enjoy the farm.
After you pick (or eat) quota or blueberries, take a nap under one of our fruit trees or sit and visit with us under the filbert trees.
Families come from all over Oregon for you pick blueberries. We do have people who travel from as far away as Southern California and Idaho just to spend time on our farm.
We work hard all year to provide a great you pick blueberries experience. There are picnic areas scattered around the farm so people bring their picnic baskets and blankets to spend the whole day.
We are located on the McKenzie River just east of Leaburg at 89849 Greenwood Drive.
It is well know that blueberries are one of the healthiest foods on the planet. Add that to a great day with friends and family on a working blueberry farm while you pick to fill up your freezer and you have a great inexpensive family vacation. Some family return every week to enjoy the farm.
After you pick (or eat) quota or blueberries, take a nap under one of our fruit trees or sit and visit with us under the filbert trees.
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