Things have been busy around here and time to blog has been short. I've been working on a special agrarian project that I hope to be telling you all about sometime later this month.
Last Saturday my two youngest sons and I spent the day at a trapping course. Now we are officially certified New York State Trappers. Yee haw!
We also tapped 25 maple trees in the woods behind our house. The sugar shack is set up in the back yard and we're waiting anxiously for a nice warm day so the sap will flow. Tomorrow & Thursday look promising.
I'd like to share with you the following poem. I love the agrarian analogies. I appreciate the words that celebrate the value of hard, diligent work.... "work that is real."
To Be Of Use
by Marge Piercy
From the book: Circles on the Water
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who stand in the line and haul in their places,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
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