rituals

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.

Neighboring Escape

Neighboring Escape

At the tall building next to ours, someone has decorated the fire-escape landing.  Just one person, finding the bareness and sameness of the iron stairway intolerable, has found it necessary to festoon her small corner with an exuberant melange of fake flowers, bird cages, and all-weather rugs.  Spring, summer, fall, winter: it is the same and blooming in all seasons, a ready conversation piece—or message—for the hundreds of neighbors who see it daily. More