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Haymaking

I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning.
I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon the lay land.
And hurrah! For the life of a country girl,
And to ramble in the new mown hay.

Mowing

In the spring we sow, at the harvest mow,
And that’s how the seasons around they go
But of all the times, if choose I may,
It’s to ramble in the new mown hay.

Drying

In the winter when the sky is grey,
We hedge and ditch our time away,
But in the summer when the sun shines gay,
We go rambling in the new mown hay.

Baling

~Enki Festival Songs, the Watersons sing it here.

What a special place my children have to grow up in.  It doesn't have fancy schools or museums or the trappings of modern life, but it shows them the circle of the year very clearly.  They know where food comes from, they can feel the airy ease of the country and the dark depth of the forests.  Preparations for the coming Winter begin when it's still Spring and the year goes round and round.

Comments

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mi_er
May. 26th, 2016 02:44 pm (UTC)
what a wonderful poem/song. I have such a fascination for Appalachia and its music. It's very dear to my heart.

a beautiful place indeed!

I look forward to getting to know you :)
impossibleway
May. 27th, 2016 09:30 am (UTC)
I really enjoy it. The children and I are singing it each day in our circle. It's an English folk song, as far as I can tell, and it just works wonderfully with our area that was settled by Scotch-Irish immigrants.
(Anonymous)
May. 27th, 2016 02:38 am (UTC)
What a lovely song! I'm so glad you shared it. I listened to the recording, too - oh, my. One more thing I have to thank you for. : ) I am at this moment listening to The Watersons 'Frost and Fire' on youtube, and I am so delighted.

We used to have a hay field across the road from our house. In Montana, we visited a historic / living history ranch, where they brought in hay with draft horses and beaverslides (you'll just have to look up those contraptions). We didn't get to see it in action, though we did meet the horses and saw beaverslides still in use in the countryside.

Oh, yes, country life is the most special, by far. - Stacey
impossibleway
May. 27th, 2016 09:31 am (UTC)
Enki seems to like songs that the Watersons sang, so that is how I find them. :-) Those beaverslides are so interesting! They remind me of the hay rick they used on Victorian Farm Christmas, though stationary.
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impossibleway
May. 27th, 2016 09:32 am (UTC)
It really helps my children so much. And me, too. ;-)
4kingandprince
May. 29th, 2016 11:01 pm (UTC)
I'm truly envious. We feel trapped here, a good drive to one of the big cities that hem us in, but a good way from real country living, too. We just do our best with our own backyard.
impossibleway
May. 31st, 2016 10:31 am (UTC)
That is what we do, too. With a little under half an acre, we try to make the most of it. We've got some fruit trees, some berries, some raise beds, a fire ring and a wood pile. It's sounds pretty good on paper. ;-) You all ought to make a pilgrimage to Virginia, some time. (I say that a lot.)
(Anonymous)
May. 31st, 2016 04:05 pm (UTC)
We haven't made such good use of our bit of earth! I'm inspired. 😊

Virginia is very high on my list of places to see. Very high.
( 9 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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