The Onancock Chronicles the Eastern shore

stopped by the Wharf earlier today - really nice day wanted to see the water

What I saw were "swirls". Lots of "swirls".
Then fish began breaaking the surface.

Ran home & grabbed my St. Croix surf rod & a small Deadly Dick lure.

4 stripers from 18 to nearly 30 inchs.

Didnt quite exected that.


All released.
Wow,that’s pretty far from the bay..
 
stopped by the Wharf earlier today - really nice day wanted to see the water

What I saw were "swirls". Lots of "swirls".
Then fish began breaking the surface.

Ran home & grabbed my St. Croix surf rod & a small Deadly Dick lure.

4 stripers from 18 to nearly 30 inches.

Didnt quite exected that.


All released.
That is awesome!!!
 
They trucked the boxes down Thursday morning and were done setting by Friday afternoon.
 

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I love this woman's writing. She & her husband operate Perennial Roots Farm out here on the Eastern Shore. The lambs she references were only days old when she found them being savaged & killed by eagles.

These were the folks I bought my recent supply of ground goat from at the Onancock Market.

Perennial Roots Farm

Ygets1terpdays at 97:0832ll idAM ·

Death and birth weaving themselves together with the threads of all the tiny particulars that make up a life. In the span of twenty odd hours, less than a day, the farm and by proxy, I; held life in one palm and death in the other. Lambs were savaged and sacrificed to the eagles and carrion gods and I cried out only to discover a wee joyful goat born hours later. Every tragedy starts with happiness and health, but the funny thing about life is that give each story long enough and you will always seesaw back and forth between so many extremes: life and death, joy and sorrow, loathing and love. The secret to it all? Learn to dance and spin between the two, keeping your balance as you go.

When you farm or work with nature, you are not given the luxury of being spared from extremes. Initially the learning curve is brutal. You will curse and rage against the gods as they slaughter your chickens, sacrifice your lambs and dance on the graves of your good intentions. Driven mad by your own naivete, at first you will despair, before laughing until you weep and then crying laughing you cannot quite remember how it all began. And so you begin again, anew and raise more chicks and sow more seeds and pray to the nature gods for a bit of luck and rain.

It is then you realize that in an age of sterility and detachment, you would choose the blood and guts, the savage gods of nature again and again. A cry of rebellion in a world gone mad, an act of retribution in a society that fears death, a prayer made of soil, soul, mushrooms, starlight and wildflowers. An act of grace and a little baby goat born just when you need it.
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— at Perennial Roots Farm.
 

Perennial Roots Farm is at Perennial Roots Farm.​

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It was then I remembered love is not sought out or found, it is a memory. Like the seed that forces its way out of utter darkness only to discover that it was the sun pulling them upward all along or the birds that fly south every winter, only to be pulled back again in the spring. That impulse, that striving toward what? Not an idea, not a goal, but something deeper that calls to them, compelling us to obey. Some call it biology, others a miracle. What I know for certain is this: each of us gaze upon that miraculous first flower in the midst of winter and pause with gratitude at the wonder, at the audacity, yes at the miracle of that glorious burst of life that decided to emerge just when we need her most. Just when winter is too much, she arrives and her simple presence accompanying the warm sunshine is enough.

Why did she do it? This memory, this impulse to rise will outlive us all. An outpouring of love incarnate that drives you forward and back until you too remember that all along we do it for love.


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