These days and moments of intoxicating Autumn peak leaf color are filling my nature-loving soul….right plump up to the top and overflowing! Days are busy with apple picking at the Hillside Orchard, hosting sweet grandchildren for a few days during school break; all the while drinking in each ounce of autumn splendor. Pleasures of past October days seep from stored up memory. Times of my own growing up years on the farm, leaf piles and bonfire evenings with my own dear children and grandchildren(and dogs) cuddled on my lap. Thinking of the years I managed to talk my man into taking an autumn drive to the Minnesota North Shore and leaf peep along Lake Superior. Or headed SE and poked along the Mississippi River road. Last fall my daughter joined me on a road-trip to Door County, Wisconsin and a few autumns back I traveled the coast of Maine with my dear friend Teresa. Sweet memories!
This girl at the RedBarn could live out the rest of her days peering at only the russet reds, glorious golds and greens of autumn foliage. Indeed, these are my soulful, most inspiring days of the year! Have you noticed Autumn playing her tune on your heart?
It’s that time of year when the RedBarn gets spiffed up to welcome the Meander Artists and visitors from near and far! A very happy first weekend of October ,full with beautiful offerings of hand-made art and happy-to-be-out-in-the-countryside visitors. Going on year number eleven for hosting Meander in the RedBarn. It’s a pleasure! Rain or shine, snow forecast or heat wave the visitors to our Big Stone Lake Area find us and stream in with a smile. We are ready at the RedBarn for the joyful days of Meander to begin once again!
Love, love, love apple picking season at our old orchard tucked in along the shores of Big Stone Lake. I’m saying, “It is ooooold in the life of an apple tree.”
My dad started planting apple trees as his retirement project in the late 1970’s. Some guys simply don’t like that word…retirement. Or possibly, they do like it so much that they become inspired to act on the thing they have always wanted to do but could only find the will to dream. Dad fell into that thought somewhere and proceeded to plant, tend, graft, experiment with, pick and love up on over 1000 apple trees during his 25 years of ‘retirement’. Many of the trees have gone to wherever old apple trees go to retire. Nearly 400 of the hardy,beautiful, loaded-with-apple trees are still doin’ their thing in the peace-on-earth prairie acreage known locally as Hillside Orchard. It’s a joy to pick, press cider, sell and use the apples.
If we do by chance utter the word retirement near the brave trees still bearing in the orchard…..we hold it down to a whisper.
What one thing makes you happy.….today? It’s hard to pick just one single ‘thing’ on a perfect-RedBarn-August day. And surely, with the human woe that slips into life, there will be days when we can’t find anything happy. Who made the rule not to start a sentence with and ? Let’s break it! It’s a big job……that stayin’ happy.
Living life from the vantage point of a three-year old seems mighty happy to me. Is that what we big folks call staying in the present….living one glorious summer moment at a time? That’s my pick for today.
“You are SO lucky to live in a community where the arts are important to people.” That’s what I hear often from friends in other locations. Technically, I’m in my own little world out here at the RedBarn (until October when hundreds of happy people eagerly stream up my short driveway to pull the big RedBarn door open and shop for one of a kind local art creations). I know what they mean and I sincerely agree. Early this week I attended a Big Stone Arts Council meeting where big things are happening. I’ll have to tell you about that sometime soon. Last week I heard from a talented, new-on-the-scene jewelry artist in our area. Ooooo, I can’t wait to see what she is making! This week also held the opening of a new art exhibition at Java Jules Coffee House and Bistro in Ortonville, MN. For sure, I am very lucky to know so many rock star creatives, share in their happy creative world and the life that it brings to the whole; little towns, big(wait, we don’t have any big towns), country folks, us crazy-about-the-lake-in-summer peeps and all of our many visitors to the area. An evening spent among artists who are sharing their work , and supporters who appreciate them , is simply one of the happiest summer evenings out of the house. Thank you, creative friends!
She needs a little culcher fix, that farm girl livin’ at the RedBarn, yes she does. Rainy, gray night and too muddy t’ weed the punkin’ patch. She’s sneakin’ off, mind you. Rumor has it them ther’ friends a hers who like t’ daydream, hike the coo and get all expository(gulp), ‘stead a gitten’ the chores done on time, are meetin’ in the back room at the Matador Supper Club. Best to shut the door behind ‘em. They’ll be purty loud when they get to readin’ the long -runnin’- on sentences they bin’ scriblin’ down on the pages of ther’ wide-lined tablets and clappin’ ther’ hands and smilin’ big to each other.
Did I hear you say, “Whoa, I wonder if they let her in the door at the writer’s meeting tonight?” I promised to behave myself and they did let me in. What a beautiful, generous, talented group of writers joined together this evening! It’s a powerful thing; that writing and sharing and listening among good people ’round the table. Some read from their memoirs, some from journals, works of fiction, poetry or short essay. Others simply content to listen. It felt so good and right and exhilarating to hear and listen. Listen to what the writer had to say about the people, places and moments of time binding together to form a story. . . .their story in their voice. Compelling thoughts fill my head still hours later; a stabbing in the family, moving alone across the country and starting over, Carol’s story of abandoned babies in the 1800’s, Sally and her tender visit with the elderly gardener, Marianne revealing the powerful voice of author Bill Holm within her own poem, Mo’s moving words of Maya Angelo, indeed a writer among writers.
Friend Mo is project director for up coming Big Stone Writer’s Workshop. It will take place in September at Lakewood Supper Club, along the shores of Big Stone Lake, Ortonville, Minnesota. Last years workshop earned rave reviews! Accomplished writers/writing instructors Judy Wilson and Marianne Zarzana from Southwest Minnesota State University will be leading the two-day workshop(fab meals included). Beginning writers, published authors, poets, lovers of the written word, blogging nuts like me . . . .find it the perfect place to network, learn and grow at our own level in the craft. Ready, set, go! Registration informally opened up today.
Living in the countryside of the Minnesota River Valley grants us the quiet, alone time and privacy that is called, uh,….living in the countryside. No fancy words to wrap around it. Country neighbors respect each other’s privacy but they also have a keen sense of when it’s time to stop in. So what’s going on? It’s big! We have a new puppy at the RedBarn!!! That, my dear friends, is a plenty good reason to stop in and visit a country neighbor. Crops are planted and growing, good rains, plenty of sunshine. . . .and a new puppy in the neighborhood.
Celebrating simple joy in the ‘countryside of life’ with Eddie. He’s a heart stealer!
What a beautiful sight! Guess it’s been around the world and back more than a few times. Thoughts of pride, our history and hopes for the future well up inside when the stars and stripes wave before our eyes.
God Bless America and those who serve in uniform, preserving the freedom we awake to every morning here in the Minnesota countryside and across our nation. Grateful!
Hurray! One sure sign of spring flew through the Minnesota River Valley today! Bright, bold and whistling loudly, Lord Baltimore himself stopped by. Giddy with excitement that he picked my humble RedBarn backyard garden for his resting spot, I asked him to relax until I could locate the camera and complete his personal photo shoot. He was really thirsty!
Why do you think he chose to drink from this sort of grungy bird bath over all of the great water sources(creek, pail by the hydrant, Big Stone Lake, horse water tank) that are nearby?
I’ve been lovin’ the vintage 60’s look on my outdoor photos lately. Could it be because it goes against all the rules for good photography? Rules? Are there really rules?:) Soften, let some pixels show, find the perfect crazy green or funky orange cast and you’re on the way to ‘vintage 60’s.
A few months back I asked a friend if he minded that I walked around on his old ‘home place’ and shot a few photos of whatever wanted to have its picture taken. He smiled and graciously gave me permission to ignore the ‘no trespassing’ signs he had set around among his dads last farm possessions. On the first sunny spring afternoon I wandered about the farm-yard and found myself in a state of constant smile. The farm-gentleman who lived his years on this spot smiled often and I sensed that we were smiling together, at that moment, about many of the same things. You could say, we share the same roots. I had me a little ah-hah moment while standing there; only the warmth of the sun and the cool spring breeze as my known companions. I love to photograph children, animals, events, wildlife, flowers…….farm junk might be beckyredbarn’s favorite subject! Never met a cream can or an old car I didn’t like, have you?