Not far from where we live is the Carl Sandburg National Historic Site. It is the site of his home in Flat Rock, NC. He has been called America's Poet.
To see his study and walk the paths of the man who has been called America's poet is quite a treat.
Walking is quite beautiful and restful and I can imagine him wandering around, conjuring up words to become poetry.
Of course no trip to the site would be complete without a visit to the goats. Lovely things who don't mind at all if you pet them. In the spring the babies are born and I recently saw one only 1 day old as well as a couple who were a few days older than that. The adults look so wise and I wonder what they are thinking as people come from far away to pet them. At this point in time the house is being refurbished -- but I shall go back again after it is reopened to relive a man who gave us so much. "Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny." - Carl Sandburg
Who would ever think that a trip to the local transfer station (which used to be called 'the dump') would become somewhat of a natural history adventure.
Our transfer station is located with low grassy hills surrounding the back of it. Sometimes the grass gets long enough that they bring in a herd of goats to prune things back.
Those grassy slopes are also a permanent home to a large group of wild turkeys. They look huge even from as far away as the dumpsters.
And speaking of dumpsters -- one has become the 'restaurant' for a local raccoon. The employees built a ladder for him because of course the dumpsters are taken away periodically and they didn't want him to be taken away with it. I love the fact that we have this facility where we can sort out all of our recyclables and trash. I hate that we seem to produce so much of it. But I'm happy to see these critters nibbling away. "Ours is a country and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures." - Ray Bradbury Zen in the Art of Writing
