A vole flees the fire in the wildflower patch.
There were two voles hiding under the brush pile when Ken lit it on fire. As soon as they perceived what was going on, they ran to another brush pile a few feet away that was waiting to be burned.
“Poor things,” said Ken. But we burned the brush in the wildflower patches anyway. The voles fled toward the garden when the last brush pile was thrown onto the fire. I would have preferred that they’d gone to the woods.
I’m enjoying your new website, your good organization allowed me to easily browse through many of your earlier posts. You are developing a rich and consistent history of a comfortable and engaged life.
You are a credit to the blogosphere.
Tom
I love the picture! Also love the new blog – keep up the good work!
Amazing picture of Ken and a timeless image of rural life; it could have been taken in the nineteenth century.
Great photo! Moody with the smoke and the gothic cottage and Ken walking away from it all —