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A farm by season
By ella | August 20, 2008
My beloved dog, Defa, died six months ago today. I haven’t been in the field where I walked with her every day even once since she died. I watch the changing seasons, revelling in their beauty, and always with the thought of how Defa would have loved the farm fields as they changed.
Nature is right at our door. Our garden backs onto fields stretching as far as the eye can see. After the dank, miserable winter, springtime holds the promise of the beauty to come. Cool mornings, dewy crops: heaven for a dog (that’s her, that little brown and white speck in the distance - yeah, I can hardly see her either).
Then summer arrives and this is our playground.
I’m thinking we should go into the opium business.
The days pass and the fields turn gold. When they’re like this they embody everything I love about living here.
Last week the combines came, working night and day for nearly a week. It was a cheap week for entertaining the boys because the farmer took care of that for me.
Now we are left with the fields and fields of haystacks. And two daredevil boys that are determined to fall off the top of at least one.
And then the cycle of growth will start all over again.
There will be no dog running with me this year, revelling in the golden wheat and the rape fields full of deer and rabbits. I probably won’t even be here to see the spring crop start to grow, to watch the wheat turn slowly golden, or be here for the next harvest. It feels like nearly all my memories of her are encompassed in these fields. Leaving them will be hard.
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Categories: Country Life, Dog Days
Ella, I hope you’re not too sad today.
I haven’t commented before but I have just read through all the blogs about your dogs and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for all the heartache you have been through. I have a Springer Spaniel and dread him not being with me anymore. Sorry that you have lost your two beautiful dogs.
Your dog was just beautiful, it’s no wonder you missing him. I hope you are surprised that your wonderful memories are with you not just in the fields.
Thanks for your blog, I enjoy reading it.
These are lovely pictures. I love the last picture of your dog. She was beautiful!