Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
I farmed today. And I began at dawn. “Farmed” is a term from my beginnings as a farmer’s daughter. Haying, disking, cultivating, planting, raking, and hoeing corn and beans from a foreign field were activities that significantly molded who I am and how I see the world. And, so, I farmed today and I began at dawn.
No large fields lay before me. Three quarters of an uphill acre is all that can be handled by someone with my life. Unlike my Dad, I did not pick the land for the quality of the soil. And that is my purgatory. Deer and clay.
But the day was magnificent. Sun unfolding all morning. Breezy. Cool enough to work. Warm enough for comfort. My piece of the world asked for divided peonies and purple sage. Digging dandelions and thistles. Culling river rock to set aside for rock walks and retaining walls. Topping off window boxes and vegetable pots with manure and feeding the birds. Cadmium yellow dwarf marigold and fragile sky blue lobelia were carefully planted in terra cotta clay and the second floor window box. Wet black mulch was spread around nearly the entire back retaining wall border. I worked all day. And I began at dawn. With an inspired sunrise that flooded me with hope and warmth and a sense of good in the world. The day was — beautiful.