Gone Into the Fields
March 6, 2012
“Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs-
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music lest it should not find
An echo in another’s mind,
While the touch of Nature’s art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
I leave this notice on my door
For each accustom’d visitor:-
‘I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields.'”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “The Invitation”
I’ve just returned from a week’s trip to Minnesota to stay with my 93-year-old Dad on the family farm. It’s been an unseasonally dry and almost snow-less winter in Minnesota, but a storm passed through during my stay. The farm was on the south fringes of the storm front, and we got just a small amount of snow, some rain, and sleet. My sister, who lives in northern Minnesota, got 10-inches of snowfall in one day!
The farm is quiet in winter. I enjoyed my solitary walks through the woods and fields. Like Shelley, I kept my eyes open to what the Minnesota winter yielded.
March 6, 2012 at 6:13 am
Just beautiful photos. I’m over in NE WI and can’t wait to move to SW WI and out of the forest, into the hills and dales and farmland again.
March 6, 2012 at 7:07 am
These are lovely photos–beautiful elk! Hope your stay was a good one. This is something I really miss about living in the country–the walks that yield all types of nature and that peace all around.
March 6, 2012 at 9:08 am
Very nice
March 7, 2012 at 10:20 am
93! God bless your father. I get a sense of peace from the photos here. Thank you Rosemary