August 20: Summer day

August hay fields--
tractor makes long windrows,
green apples swell.

September 6: Windmill

Driving to Belfast past the old farms on Route 52 early this evening...

Windmill slowly spins.
Six geese land
in the old cow pasture.

July 15: Child's play

We spent some time today catching up with an old friend from college and her sweet, tow-headed, three-year-old son Henry. The morning's activities included a lovely plein air brunch, a romp on the capitol lawn, and a visit to two different farms. Henry got to feed goats, pat a sheep, admire some rabbits, a small, white-faced calf, and a donkey, slurp a maple creamee (Vermont's version of soft-serve), and sit on two tractors (one defunct antique, one modern and working). Amazing how little boys are drawn to large machinery at such a young age, as if they were born knowing how to make that "vroom vroom" sound.

Under the child's feet
as he runs for the tractor,
tiny pink flowers.