Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Fall Sprinklers, Ice, and deer

The hay is up, the fall sprinklers going, and there was frost and ice this morning. This isn't Caib changing sprinklers this fall (it was summer) but I like the picture.

this is my raspberry patch. It was on the verge of producing a great crop of berries when the first frost was threatening so......

I went out and covered them. Hopefully it won't freeze hard enough to ruin this crop and I'll get enough to make some jam.

And then there's the deer.
The boy's love this time of year.

September of 2007 I wrote this poem as I watched my two oldest boy's changing sprinklers. here it is September again and so I can't help posting it again.

Boys Grow

The hay is cut
They stacked it high
to feed the cattle
winter's nigh

The air is chill
My nose is cold
The shadows stretch
The leaves are gold.

It froze last night
mid-day's still hot
The light has changed
I like it a lot.

The birds fly south
The fruit is ripe
The days grow short
we change sprinkler pipe

In spring 'twas hard
Boys worked together
But seasons end
With change in weather

Young boys grow strong
With work to do
It still aint easy
They muddle through

But now alone
they change each line
They jump right in
They do it fine

What once they
couldn't do alone
they finish now
each on their own.

Yes, seasons change
And boys grow
Just like the leaves
My hearts a glow.

-Cathy Brian-


Anonymous said...

Love it! I'm so glad you married a cowboy.

Julie Harward said...

Loved the poem! And i love the deer too, that never fails to excite me :D

Adams Family said...

Sorry to add another comment but every time I read your title I read it Fall Sprinklers, Ice, and beer.