Reluctance
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost
'"Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?"
Today I walked in the field on which we did a prescribed burn this spring. First up after the fire were the milkweeds....a good stand. Hopefully they nurtured many Monarch Butterflies this summer.
Then came the warm season big bluestem grass that some call "turkey foot" because of their three pronged heads. Much of the grass tops out at six feet and the stand is significantly more dense than last year, thanks to the fire. The fire also stimulated the growth of alfalfa which was seeded with the prairie grasses. The alfalfa will fix nitrogen in the soil, provide food for pheasant chicks and compete with the cool season, spring, invasive grasses. It is a healthy ecosystem that was greatly enhanced by fire...rejuvenation.
Hunting was the pretext for the walk and I was rewarded by the sight of a number of pheasants. They enjoy the tree row, corn in the food plot and multiple acres of lush grass. No disappointment at not bringing any home, seeing them was sufficient. The deer have reduced the 50 pound salt block by half since it was placed in June.
Takk for alt,
Al
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And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?"
Today I walked in the field on which we did a prescribed burn this spring. First up after the fire were the milkweeds....a good stand. Hopefully they nurtured many Monarch Butterflies this summer.
Then came the warm season big bluestem grass that some call "turkey foot" because of their three pronged heads. Much of the grass tops out at six feet and the stand is significantly more dense than last year, thanks to the fire. The fire also stimulated the growth of alfalfa which was seeded with the prairie grasses. The alfalfa will fix nitrogen in the soil, provide food for pheasant chicks and compete with the cool season, spring, invasive grasses. It is a healthy ecosystem that was greatly enhanced by fire...rejuvenation.
Hunting was the pretext for the walk and I was rewarded by the sight of a number of pheasants. They enjoy the tree row, corn in the food plot and multiple acres of lush grass. No disappointment at not bringing any home, seeing them was sufficient. The deer have reduced the 50 pound salt block by half since it was placed in June.
Takk for alt,
Al
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| Beautiful grass. |
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