oldfield
In my posts this summer, the space I expect to feature prominently is our summer property.
I’ve talked about this place before. One end of the property is along a lake (see ‘course of the creek’, September 12, 2012, and ‘ice is nice’, December 21, 2011, both under the category ‘waterways’). The lake edge is a bright forest of cedar, hemlock, birch and oak, and includes a beautiful marsh. We sit on our bench in the woods and look out at the lake, watching loons and deer and ducks. Once I saw an eagle plummet from the sky and dive into the water with a huge splash, to emerge with a good-sized fish in his talons.
Most of the property was/is an oldfield. When we bought the property in 2004, we bought an open field, thick with blueberry bushes and grass that rippled in the ever-present wind. There were a few trees, mostly bushy pine, spared year after year by the farmer’s bushhog. The field had been home to a herd of buffalo (bison) and we still find the dry, dusty evidence of their wallows.
The keyword in the last paragraph is ‘bushhog’! The farmer offered to keep the field mowed, but we are very independent. We were certain we could keep ahead of the various trees and alders sprouting everywhere.
The result has been the usual progress of an oldfield in the process of succession. Today our pines still punctuate the property, and there are enough blueberries to keep us satisfied, but other spaces have emerged… the alder swale, the maple grove, the path through the birches, the blackberry barrens, and, of course, our tiny cottage. There is a bit of grassy field still remaining and we struggle to keep it intact.
When we go to the property I like to think about how it is changing, right before our eyes. Those buffalo would have a hard time recognising the place.
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evidence of buffalo
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“…in this field, years ago, I kept buffalo….”
beef farmer, selling his land
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massive posts brace a page fence
woven with wire birch
dusty wallows where soil is crushed
and only lichen will grow
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three apple trees trodden
parallel to ground
grey feed trough
strung together with nails
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cedar waxwings search the fence
coarse hairs for their nests
winds nuzzle and whisper
through the brush of pine
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© Jane Tims 2012
Beautiful place, pictures, and poem!
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dfb
April 15, 2012 at 6:55 am
Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
April 15, 2012 at 9:25 am
The photos and poem are wonderful. Like all things, the field has changed over time, but change can be good. It looks like a very inviting place.
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Sheryl
April 15, 2012 at 3:02 am
Hi. We love it there. Every year, as it changes, there is something new to discover. Thanks for your comment! Jane
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jane tims
April 15, 2012 at 9:25 am
Looks very nice…. almost looks like summer photos unless you have spring before us.. ha… would love to visit
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stan spavold
April 14, 2012 at 6:41 pm
Hi. Most of these were taken last summer. Plan a trip with your RV and stay a couple of days. I’ll show you all our favorite haunts. jane
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jane tims
April 15, 2012 at 9:22 am
Excellent poem Jane! The property is looking great also.
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JD
April 14, 2012 at 5:41 pm
Hi. Thanks! Once I am home all the time, we’ll have even more time to spend there and perhaps we’ll at least keep ahead of the raspberries! Jane
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jane tims
April 15, 2012 at 9:26 am