The Music of Green Valley
"What magic you have created here. This cottage feels like a warm hug.
Our first full day it rained-torrentially.
At first we were disappointed that we couldn't explore the beautiful property, but then we discovered the pleasure of sitting in the protected porch chairs while the rain fell on the tin roof.
It was one of the most relaxing mornings and afternoons we've ever spent!
When the skies did finally clean mid-morning the following day, the sunshine felt that much sweeter.
The birds sang and the butterflies danced.
The memories are deeply rooted in our hearts and we hope to be back to make more."
Francena Cottage's guests
Green Valley's a wonderful escape during life's storms.
A place to rest, reflect and be restored.
Now sit back, turn up your volume, and listen to the song of the wood thrush in the video below. Perhaps he was one of those birds that Francena's guests heard on their sunshiney day.
"The Wood Thrush's loud, flute-clear ee-oh-lay song rings through the deciduous forests of the eastern U.S. in summer.
This reclusive bird's cinnamon brown upper-parts are good camouflage as it scrabbles for leaf-litter invertebrates deep in the forest, though it pops upright frequently to peer about, revealing a boldly spotted white breast."
Photo and description of the wood thrush from https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Wood_Thrush/lifehistory
The Perfect Kind Of Day
Today is a blue sky, green grass, breezes blowing sort of day.
The rains of the past three days has washed our world looks fresh and clean.
Today I just have to get outside and look up at the dancing leaves, green against the blue sky.
Life is everywhere. There's always something new bursting forth in the valley, if only I will take time to stop all the noise inside my head, look, and listen.
I need to hit that Pause button before the beauty of this day passes me by.
I take another deep breath. It's a day of contemplation, unwinding, renewing.
Listen, the birds are singing their song. And it's a happy one!
I Want to Go Fishing
a poem by Edgar A. Guest
“I want to go fishing ! somewhere on a stream
I want to give way to the longing to dream.
Away from the tumult of motor and mill.
I want to be carefree. I want to be still!
I’m weary of doing things; weary of words,
I want to one with the blossoms and birds.
I want to push off from the river-kissed shore
Alone with my dreams and my fancies once more.
I am wearying of reading the books on my shelf
I want to be quiet and think for myself.
I’ve a feeling sometimes of huge things crushing me
And I want to go somewhere and set my soul free.
I want to go fishing! to sit all alone
Where only the purest of breezes are blown;
To visit in worlds that are different from ours,
The world of the insects, the song birds, the flowers;
To question the skies and the waters below
And be the glad youth that I was long ago.”
The Robin Told Us So....
Enough talk of snow...let’s talk Spring .... Because yesterday I saw a robin perched in the birch tree at Excelsior Cottage.
And if there’s a little more snow along the way, that’s o.k.
warm weather, bicycles, hammocks, and fishing poles will soon return to our valley.
So, I’ll take a walk down the snowy lane, enjoying it’s beauty...
while looking forward to the blooming of spring that’s just around the corner.