Friday, August 3, 2012

A Tale of Sunglasses!


A mystery is something of which we know that it is,
  though we do not know how it is.
             Joseph Cook


One day in the fall of the year a young Boy, his faithful dog and his loving family came to a farm far from the city. After talking to the Farmer they decided they would go and explore the land, the Boy and the Farmer were very excited at what they would see and do. The Boy, his dog, and his family followed the Farmer down the lane and they headed into the bush. They explored every cow path through the trees; they climbed every hill and hopped over many logs, and rocks. They were very careful walking among the Prickly Ash bushes and made sure not to step in the fresh cow patties that were everywhere.

They wandered through the hay field and passed the fossil pit, stopping for just a few minutes so everyone could maybe find that perfect fossil. They hopped over the rail fence and followed the tree line to the back of the farm. They checked out a quarry full of water and talked of how wonderful it was to be outside and enjoying the beautiful day. They walked back to a fence and crawled through it, they then stopped to pick up a Turkey feather left for them as a gift. The little Boy was happy, his family walked ahead and he and the Farmer talked about cows, birds and happy dogs. The Boy found a huge puddle and jumped in it splashing the Farmer but she laughed even though it was dirty water. It was a great day.

After the Boy, his dog and his family drove off in their car the Farmer went to have a nap as this had been quite an adventure. The Farmer was jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing, she picked it up. It was the boy’s family, “Have you seen a pair of orange sunglasses?” “Could you keep our eyes open?” The Farmer replied absolutely even though she doubted they would ever be seen again.

One day in the hottest, driest summer in decades the Farmer was walking a hay field that she had let her cows into to eat the green sprouts of grass when she spotted orange below her feet. The sunglasses that had been long forgotten were sitting just as they had fallen many, many months before. The Farmer picked them up wiped off the dirt and noticed they were in perfect condition.

The Farmer marveled at the odds of that pair of plastic sunglasses making it through the winter. She was extremely impressed that they had made it through the past haying season; with a huge fast moving disc bine cutting the hay, a twin rake rolling the hay, and then the Farmer baling the hay with the baler. This was not to mention all the trips over and around them with the huge crushing tractor tires. She marveled at the fact that the cows had been back walking with their heavy hooves over top of these sunglasses for a week and they had escaped being stepped on.

 Not one scratch; don’t you wish sunglasses could talk? The Boy and the sunglasses were finally reunited and now the Boy has a wonderful tale to be told for many a year.

Later



25 comments:

  1. What a sweet tale, made all the sweeter by being true!

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  2. aaaaaaah. i would say those are the luckiest pair of sunglasses!!
    can you just imagine how they felt...lying there...with all these monstrous cutting machines rolling overhead! YIKES!! no, i don't want to think about what they endured!! i'm just so happy the glasses & the boy got reunited!!
    happy ending! whew! :)

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  3. What are the odds, eh? Ah well, they are reunited at last.

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  4. Very sweet story! It really is quite amazing!

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  5. This is a wonderful story. Just makes a person feel good!

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  6. I wish I were as lucky as those sunglasses!

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  7. that is pretty cool that the plastic survived all that! :)

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  8. You can't make this stuff up♫♪ Great story!

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  9. A most amazing miracle. "Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough." George Bernard Shaw

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  10. Amazing. :)

    Have a great weekend, B.

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  11. I know from experience what a miracle that is- wow!

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  12. Wow, it sounds as if they were just waiting to be found and returned to their owner. Great tale!!!

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  13. Just an update on the wild parsnip burns - healing well, although I am still itchy and there are still a few scabs. The worst of it is that I am exhausted. I feel more tired every day, since it happened, three weeks now!
    But I have been taking adrenal supplements for three days now, and today had enough energy to both make AND eat a small salad.
    Remind me never to do this again!!

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  14. Meant to be...and if only those glasses could talk, what a tale they would tell...love M xoxoxxo

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  15. your tales always bring a smile to my face. :)

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  16. Ahhh me. Just goes to prove - miracles DO happen.

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  17. What a wonderful story! How lucky for the owner to get back the sunglasses in such good condition.

    Cheers! Enjoy this Sunday!

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  18. Haaaa. What a great happening. And very poetic in writing.

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  19. The boy and his sunglasses were definitely meant to stay together! Thanks B... I can imagine your delight at finding them ;D)

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  20. a sweet tale, so well written!!

    i hope your having a wonderful weekend!!

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  21. That was an observant Farmer I'd say too. Think of how many times through our lives we barely escape being lost, stepped on, crushed, and forgotten. We all get close to these heart disasters but, as the glasses, we make it over time unharmed and sometimes even unmarked. We don't always know who or what has "found" us and lifted us up and back to wholeness and maybe it doesn't matter....

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  22. Destiny or or just plain luck?

    Doesn't matter, the outcome is what counts in this story.

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  23. I never would have guessed the glasses could have survived all that. Amazing!

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