A man thinks himself happy when he thinks he has set his course toward what he thinks he loves.
Saturday morning was dreary. The dampness crept into these old bones and made me a bit lazy. I sat and watched the cows, with calves mosey around in the field behind the house.
“Want to go to an equipment auction sale with me?” My Hero was one man short because Dios had another commitment. I had been expecting this invitation.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“It is in Prince Edward County, near the Sand Banks.”
“OK, let’s go". There was no hesitation on my part.
Sandbanks Provincial Park is a beautiful park that I have only visited once in my life. I have always wanted to go back. It rests on the shores of Lake Ontario near Picton Ontario. I did hope that it was close enough that I could at least get a few photos from the road.
Now is the time for my confession.
There used to be a time, where I would jump at the chance to go to any auction with My Hero. Lately, I just do not feel like going. Possibly, I have auction burnout or it may only be the fact that there is so much to do. With so many outside and inside jobs this time of year, the thought of not accomplishing something on a weekend nags at me.
The drive to the auction was beautiful. “The County” has a rich history where many signs of the first settlers are apparent. There are old barns with the open fields, old homesteads that are falling down or boarded up. Those first homes, hotels, and businesses built by the founders of The County are everywhere in the little villages. Beautiful homes retain their rich history and their glory days while new houses have filled in all the gaps between. It is such a lovely place. Now people have discovered its beauty and moved from the cities to enjoy. Vineyards and wineries are evident of a new life full of possibilities and prosperity.
We passed the park entrance and continued down the road following other pickups filled with farmers who shop for equipment. Finally the auction site and we parked in the field. My Hero and I walked through the rows of equipment and said “Hello” to other farmers we knew. He started chatting to someone about a tractor and I excused myself.
About a mile back, I had seen an entrance to that park. I headed down the highway to find it. I figured that I could buy a day pass or something, or maybe sweet talk my way in for just for a few photos.
There was no need, the park was not open for business yet and there were other hikers enjoying its beauty. I walked through the sand on the beach and down to the water. It was so nice to walk through sand, after walking through the mud, for weeks on the farm.
I walked over to two park benches that sat on the end of the sand and looked over Lake Ontario. There in front was a perfect view of the sand dunes which this park is famous for. I sat there under a cloudy sky and took it all in. I thought of My Hero who stood at an auction down the road to watch equipment being sold. I think I had the better view this morning.
I headed closer to the dunes. The trails were flooded so I decided since I was alone and no one knew where I was I would not go any farther. It would have been nice to hike those dunes though. I headed back to sit on the bench.
That was when the sun came out and illuminated those sand dunes. It was a wonderful, unexpected gift for a girl who had no intention of leaving the farm and to ignore or postpone those spring jobs left behind.
I have to confess that I was truly excited at this auction, and I have a feeling, I will not say no to the next invitation. There is always a story and always something unexpected that comes my way. I am one lucky farm girl.