It’s their time

It’s their time

Beyond our vision, the fields of the Midwest are waking up.  Farmers are getting ready for the growing season.

Outbuildings and farm equipment © 2013 Celia Her City

Time to put those long-laid plans into play.  The equipment that has long lain idle will see some use . . .

Old barn, Wisconsin © 2013 Celia Her City

on lands that have been cultivated for many, many years.

A green field next to the stubble of last season

It’s a pleasure to see the dormant fields being tended again, to see the rectangles turn green with a careful geometry of seed imposed.

Field and gully (Wisconsin) © 2013 Celia Her City

Every foot of the monotonous but fertile landscape has received careful study, the fields curving around favorite trees and troublesome gullies.

Waking forests (Wisconsin) © 2013 Celia Her City

When the farmers’ work is done, there is respite to be found in the nearby forests and peaceful streams.

Sandbars (Wisconsin) © 2013 Celia Her City

I imagine these sandbars are a good place to be.

Even the parking lots look different


I was looking through my iPhoto albums this morning for inspiration and realized that on this day a couple of years ago I was traveling through the Cascade Mountains by train.  The view out the window was absorbing, because, once beyond the bounds of a familiar region, everything was subtly different: the fields, the land, the towns, the buildings.  Even this parking lot is different in subtle ways from what you would see in the Midwest.  The sun-bleached patterns and shadows on the corrugated sides of the building are like something out of a painting by Hockney.  And check out that red curb.

Pear house (Credit: Celia Her City)

I wish I could have gotten a better picture of this pear house, which has an air of pride and mystery.  I like the suggestion of battlements along the roof-line.  If you tried to storm it, would you be pelted with a certain fruit?

Washington mountain town (Credit: Celia Her City)

My sister-in-law, a Seattleite who skis, spends a lot of time in towns like these.  The train ran through places like Leavenworth and Wenatchee, open mountain towns folded, accordion-like, into the slopes.

Washington orchard (Credit: Celia Her City)

I loved looking at the fruit orchards . . .


and the old farmsteads nestled up against the steep rise of evergreens.