Muddy Summer Dog’s Dream

Maggie spent part of Midsummer’s Eve in Standiford Creek on Smith Farm. Maggie loves flinging herself into a creek. She loves to get wet and muddy.

All the hay has been cut and baled, so I can walk the hayfields with Maggie. However, I dream of walking the trails, but I can't do that yet. They're overgrown with weeds, and the bush-hog needs repair.

The high weeds, of course, are filled with poison ivy, ticks, chiggers, and the occasional snake. Thus, I can't safely meander through the bottoms and up the hills to the old graveyards. All the best places on the farm will have to wait.

From the field, however, I can get glimpses into the woods. The ferns along the creek bank are as lush this summer as I’ve ever seen them. There’s a dreamlike quality to them when the sun is close to setting. A border collie amongst the ferns only adds to the magical quality of the dream.


Enchanting, isn’t it?