I remember life in a white farmhouse by the bend in a dirt lane. Late afternoons my brother and I ran behind the barns and through the meadow to bring in the cows. Down that lane past the white house and stained barns was a bridge under which we brought up minnow baskets filled with baby snakes. I remember another creek without a bridge which we forded on an island of smooth rock. Heavy rains could make fording unstable for cars and trucks, but tractors could make it through the water without flooding out.
To my knowledge we never saw a black bear on our farm, but we saw all manner of other wild life. A bird, the crow, was probably one of the most intelligent. I remember my father fighting the crows and worms for our corn. I also remember many fallen varieties of fruit covered with yellow jackets, which caused us to retreat from the sweet goodness of the orchards, back to the shaded yards of the farmhouse for a game of cowboys and indians.
Written for the Sunday Whirl. The words this week are
bird, bridge, unstable, wild, bend, rock, retreat, bear, lane, fallen, meadow, and island. Brenda chose the words from signs in Glacier National Park.