Early light pulled me out of bed eager for a walk along the road.
Yesterday evening, while walking with a friend, I saw several items that needed the rays of an eastern sun. This morning’s early sunlight pulled me out of bed, eager to retrace my steps. Mopley wasn’t quite so eager. She seemed to think me daft to be hitting the road again so soon. We haven’t been walking near as much as needed and it’s time to mend my ways. Perhaps her eleven year joints were achy.
Every time I walk past this tree I want to climb the fence and stretch out along that wonderful branch. Over a dozen years ago when the property with its old house and small barn were put on the market I longed to buy it. But it’s in the county across the creek where property taxes are considerably higher than in this county, and the asking price was too higher. Can’t you see children swinging in a rope swing arching up into the canopy? Course, it’s not high enough above the ground to seriously swing, it’d be a lazy swing! When I was very young we had a grand maple tree in our front yard with a rope swing hanging from a high branch. My dad would push me so high he’d have to jump to catch my ankles, propelling me upwards until my feet kicked the leaves.
Further along I continue straight ahead, cutting across the sharp left turn of the main road, to wander the smaller road leading to a couple farms and the cemetery. The play of shadow and light across the immature wheat field captured my attention.
Protecting the corner between the wheat field and a farm house is a huge pine tree.Yes! That is the color of the fruit – purple! The needles are very long on this tree, my friend – who is half Chinook, identified it as a Sugar Pine and said the needles are favored by various tribes for making pine needle vessels and baskets. (Chinook – pronounce with a hard ch as in chair, are Native Americans who live in various coastal and river areas of SW Washington and NW Oregon)
On the other side of the lane a beautiful field of sugar peas, oats and a white flowered grass stretches up a gentle hill. This field is on a farm where young Holstein heifers are raised. This combination makes me believe this crop is destined for the munching pleasure of the heifers.
I’ve tried looking up the white flowered plant, to no avail. I keep wanting to call it vetch for that is also often planted in fields of oats and peas. It’d be easy to become completely sidetracked chasing down the name of this plant and getting lost on all sorts of rabbit trails! Rather than continue to wander blindly amongst the search engine offerings I suspect a reader will know!