{"id":1838,"date":"2019-04-24T14:21:52","date_gmt":"2019-04-24T18:21:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/?p=1838"},"modified":"2019-04-24T14:21:52","modified_gmt":"2019-04-24T18:21:52","slug":"my-lake-isle-of-innisfree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/?p=1838","title":{"rendered":"My Lake Isle of Innisfree"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Silo View\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/therichardsons\/6899541975\/in\/photolist-Q41pa2-bvFXsg-cfqDsm-bmJKn4-bmJL4K-bmJJrT-aZqJWr-7K7CEL-5sG3eV\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/live.staticflickr.com\/7207\/6899541975_e20772a146_n.jpg?resize=320%2C240&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Silo View\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" \/><\/a><script async src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script>I find the cadences and images of William Butler Yeats&#8217; poem, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poems\/43281\/the-lake-isle-of-innisfree\">&#8220;The Lake of Isle of Innisfree,&#8221;\u00a0<\/a>comforting, and often as I turn up the gravel driveway that leads to my old farmhouse, I hear his words: &#8220;I shall arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.&#8221; In the poem, he describes the peacefulness of a rural retreat&#8211;&#8220;the bee-loud glade&#8221;&#8211;where he lives alone. And, while our farm sits on the edge of a bustling town and road, we can wander to vine covered bowers around the old ceramic silo where the nature has managed to dominate man and his racket.<\/p>\n<p>This is my place, where I seemingly was meant to be, and for all its challenges&#8211;frustrating Internet, old wiring and plumbing, and lots of upkeep&#8211;it is home. We live in rhythm with the seasons: spring brings the usual succession of flowers from daffodils to irises to the summer perennials. Hummingbirds arrive, and after a brief absence for nesting, they will be back in full force, often downing a quart of food a day, zooming from feeder to feeder, perching briefly and sipping deeply, chasing others as they defend their territory. Eventually, as summer progresses, they do settle down and will share feeders with 3 or 4 perching together.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"In Flight\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/therichardsons\/35987482654\/in\/photolist-U8gaUL-XQKcgA-XuLVth-WQ6fNS-8d4pES-7PL5Er\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/live.staticflickr.com\/4377\/35987482654_043bba8a9b_n.jpg?resize=320%2C235&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"In Flight\" width=\"320\" height=\"235\" \/><\/a><script async src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>The gardens have settled in to this place as well. After 8 years of cultivation, I have established perennial beds that include lots of flowering, bee and hummingbird friendly plants that bloom from now til first frost and sometimes even a bit afterwards. I&#8217;ll do some planting this year, but it is mostly maintenance: lots and lots of weeding. But it is work that gets me out of the house and away from the laptop and even a few minutes can make a difference and sooth my soul. Every school should have such a place for kids and adults where they can dig in the dirt and make things grow.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Wysteria\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/therichardsons\/33811634968\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/33811634968_5ebdb2850b_n.jpg?resize=320%2C240&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Wysteria\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" \/><\/a><script async src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><br \/>\nI have added a new element this year: I am experimenting with a kitchen scraps garden. I planted potato eyes, onion and garlic sprouts and one celery end for which I held out no hope. Lo and behold, when I returned from my trip, it had put forth some leaves! This is easy and essentially free.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Celery &amp; Onions\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/therichardsons\/32745942707\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/32745942707_3cb4ffdba2_n.jpg?resize=320%2C240&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Celery &amp; Onions\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" \/><\/a><script async src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I find the cadences and images of William Butler Yeats&#8217; poem, &#8220;The Lake of Isle of Innisfree,&#8221;\u00a0comforting, and often as I turn up the gravel driveway that leads to my old farmhouse, I hear his words: &#8220;I shall arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.&#8221; In the poem, he describes the peacefulness of a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/?p=1838\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">My Lake Isle of Innisfree<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[39,31],"tags":[490],"class_list":["post-1838","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-thinking-out-loud","tag-living"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4X3L0-tE","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1838","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1838"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1838\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1839,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1838\/revisions\/1839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1838"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1838"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ivyrun.com\/inanotherplace\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1838"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}