Monday, November 8, 2010

A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman, girls new home

A Vagabond Song, By Bliss Carman, 1861-1929
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood --
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goats

This is Clara and Chamonix's new home. Isn't is awesome? A swimming pool and everything!

Jamey, their new owner.


Flartus said...

Autumn sure is a glorious season in your neck of the woods. Do you prefer it or spring, I wonder? When I lived up north, I loved spring and fall made me sad, b/c I hated winter!

That looks like a great place for Clara & Chamonix to thrive.

John Gray said...

a goat pin up eh?

Jennifer said...

I love autumn on the farm, it is too bad it seems so short before winter kicks in. What a beautiful home and pasture for them!

A blog by the "Farmer" said...

I've been off the computer for awhile due to company... I enjoyed getting caught up on your postings.

So sorry about the eye infection - how are things feeling now? Hopefully, better.

As usual, the pics of the goats are fab.u.lous.

I am going to try and make the hash brown casserole... Looks so yummy!