Friday, September 20, 2013

No Place like Home!

Simplicity, of all things, is the hardest to be copied.
                                 Sir Richard Steele


I am sitting here looking out the big window in my kitchen watching those Taunting Turkeys. They are standing under the wild apple tree in the middle of the hay field which after tremendous time and effort at this end of the season has only a few second cut bales waiting to be picked up. The sun is shining the air is crisp and blowing through this open window and I sit with a hot mug of coffee and enjoy, be it with fleece socks on my feet and a heavy blanket wrapped tightly around my shivering body, every simple moment. Yes I am home and there is no place like it.

The turkeys make me laugh as I watch them standing tall and then jumping into the air trying to grab apples off the tree. Some I can see are successful, others are not. This seems very funny to me as there are apples littered all over the ground for easy pickings; I am convinced this is a game they play. 
This is not the first time I have watched this and have been totally mesmerized by their comical landings with an apple in their mouth. One by one they jump and grab with their wings spread wide. I find myself wondering if they are trying to see who can jump the highest and grab the largest apple. I guess I will never understand that but I do know that no matter how long I am away from the farm this is truly where I need to be. I laugh out loud knowing there is no one around to hear me in this quiet empty house.


This time away had me spending time with my girls in two busy incredible cities, I always need to get those hugs and make sure they are alright. I know they are adults and doing fine but I still have this Motherly need to spend time with them and go on those adventures. I am so lucky they continue to phone me up and invite me to share a “Girl’s Weekend” with them, even if it is not always just a weekend. I am one lucky Mom.

This time away, as you have seen in my previous posts there were many adventures, and I have many, many photos of things that I would not normally experience here on the farm. There were more adventures honestly than I could ever put into one week of stories even though they are written and saved for me to pull out later in the winter when the snow begins to fly. I will never forget those people that I met like the nice woman in the train station while waiting to board the train where I found that I was over two hours early. Kat on thinking I would get lost sat me there in the middle of the Via Station in the biggest city in Canada and hoped I would not wander away and get lost while she left me there for work; my, oh my how our roles have reversed. I love that too but I do think I would have been OK sweetie.

 I love the simple fact that I can absorb city and country life equally and I do understand my need for this mix to continue, it expands my mind and my soul to see how others live. It has always excited me to experience different worlds but I have to say my heart is tied to the farm and the simple quiet moments much like this one I am experiencing right now that will continue to keep me rushing back here.


Simple moments like watching the Taunting Turkey’s escapades, the cows meandering around the pasture behind the house searching, even though they are walking right by a fresh bale of hay, they seem to always search for those green shoots of grass. I watch as they, just like clockwork, exit through the gate and in one very long line head to the bush. This is their routine and nothing changes that. I wonder why they wander back into the bush every day at the same time knowing I probably will never understand why. Much like why those Taunting Turkeys jump into the air to grab those apples hanging from the tree knowing they are littered on the ground for easy pickings. Oh they make me laugh. I am so happy to be home.

I am pretty sure I will be pulling on those Pink Cadillac Boots and heading for that very same bush shortly just like always. I wonder if those apple grabbing Taunting Turkeys and those lining up and heading to the bush cows wonder why this Farmgirl wearing those familiar pink boots heads into the bush over and over again. Possibly they know they will never really understand her either. I am sure they are just happy to be here wondering and wandering just like her.


There is no place like home where those seemingly simple things keep me coming back every time.


Later

40 comments:

  1. I would be very intrigued like you are with those turkeys.
    There is no place like home because it's where the heart is.
    Look forward to what mischief you got up to with your daughter's whilst you were away :)
    Take care. Hugs M xoxo

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  2. So glad you got to spend time with your girls- what fun!

    And I saw some gobblers here the other day. They are fun to watch and hear.

    Whenever you're away, click those pink cadillac boots together and say, "There's no place like home..."

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  3. i completely understand your love of both city and country. it's all about balance, isn't it?

    i don't think those turkeys are even hungry, but are simply dancing for your entertainment. ;)

    *HUGS*

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  4. So neat! I have always wanted to see wild turkeys around here. I've never seen any though.

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  5. I always enjoy yur turkey 'tails'.

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  6. Well so long as those taunting turkeys don't start throwing apples in their taunting ways ;-)

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  7. Oh, Buttons. I LOVE the way your mind works. This post was such a joy to read. And, yes, I did guess that you would write about those T.T.'s today. ;-)

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  8. How fun to be entertained by turkeys 😄
    They never cone out of hiding around here.

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  9. I so much enjoy your blog.
    Today your wonderful post touches my heart - and causes me to miss the mountains.

    I wonder if that quiet simplicity is also meant for me . . we'll see . . for now it is more than enough to visit YOU.

    Happy Happy to You!!!

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  10. Beautiful Button I so love wandering through your thoughts.
    Took our bigger pony Think out for a jaunt yesterday and on the woodsy trail two tall turkeys strutted right along the path in front of us like they were part of our entourage, I thought of you . Seems the turkey have become accustomed to the cart for some odd reason as they aren't startled by it now ,they seem to get excite to run along right in front of it ! Fun for me and nothing bothers good ole Think .
    Funny birds indeed.

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  11. There's no place like home! I can just picture those turkeys...I'm sure it's quite amusing, watching them!

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  12. Glad you had a fun time with your girls. And for those taunting turkeys and trailing cows, they'll be fine, watching you, watching them, and telling their stories.

    Blessings and Bear hugs.

    P.S.: Be it ever so humble, there's no grass like brome.

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  13. Wonderful.

    Beautifully written.

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  14. always good to hear you are so glad to return home. :)

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  15. Lovely, lovely post, B. I enjoy your writing so much. I'm glad you feel joy to return home, and I'm glad you feel joy in visiting your girls in the city.

    I didn't know turkeys would eat apples! That must be amazing to watch them grab for those on the trees. :-)

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  16. lIttle dorothy of kansas has turned into little buttons of Canada! ;p

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  17. Your story of the turkeys made me laugh! I feel the same way about visiting my daughter in the Twin Cities. It's always nice to get those hugs from her and my grandchildren and experience the big city. But it is always nice to get home.
    Have a wonderful weekend.

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  18. Glad you had a nice time with your girls! And yes, it's always good to get home!

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  19. home, it's where all the amazing stuff happens and where we always feel loved!!

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  20. Those turkeys sound so entertaining! I could watch them all day I think :) I'm with you on the mix of city and country. I love being at home in the country, but every once in a while I do get the urge to visit a big city.

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  21. Some of us know our own space and are comfortable in our own skin. Go ahead and laugh. You can talk too. My mother talked all the time.

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  22. I like to watch the turkeys here too. They are quite comical really.
    Ah yes, the Motherly thing. Heading to Oregon to see my son next week. Make sure he is ok ya know! :)
    When I know he is doing well, I cant wait to get back home!
    Welcome Home!

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  23. It's so funny to think of those turkeys playing a game with the apples. Glad your girl time was fun and made lots of memories for you to recall later. I love being with my kids; it's never enough, really.

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  24. Love those boots, I've been wondering what they looked like.

    It's a nice balance to go from city, to back home to peace and quiet...I wonder sometimes if cities are for our younger years, and country for our older?

    Jen

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  25. Nice to read you had a good time away. Love those boots of yours. It is always nice to go away and nice to come home especially sleep in your own bed.

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  26. I am playing catch up this morning- love those boots!

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  27. I like your style of writing - simple honest descriptions of every day happenings and make them look exciting. Nice pictures too. Have a nice week end. Ram

    ps.I love my coffee too. Pl see my today's post on face book here: https://www.facebook.com/ramakrishnan.ramanathan.52

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  28. Ah those Turkeys are characters. I would miss hearing my son's voice every day. Children are the hearts to homes.. x

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  29. Yep, it's good to get away but even better to return home. ;)

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  30. Glad you enjoyed your trip, Miss B. I love your insight to life today.

    I wish I could drink coffee and watch the turkeys with you. I am sure I would be laughing right along with you.

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  31. We've got lots of apple trees and lots of wild turkeys but I've never seen them do the apple dance. Perhaps they wait till we're not sitting on the front porch to go do their 'thing' !

    Oh, and I so hear you 'bout getting back home to the country. I get my fill of 'big city' life pretty quickly.

    Great post !

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  32. B....have you started on a book yet? Your writing is splendiferous!

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  33. I love hearing about your turkeys. Also glad you enjoyed a visit with the girls ;)

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  34. Lovely entry...I bet you are a poet...
    Kiss
    BShell

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  35. I really enjoy your lively stories. You are a colorful storyteller B.!

    Greetings from the Netherlands,
    dzjiedzjee.blogspot.com

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  36. Oh how I would love to see those Turkey's jumping up for those apples. It make me smile just thinking about it. I do LOVE reading your post my friend.

    Hugs~

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  37. There really IS no place like home! :)
    I'm glad you had a nice visit with your girls!

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  38. I bet your hubby was happy to see you. :)

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  39. I just loved this post and can relate in so many ways. Would have loved to see those turkeys.

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  40. I agree. Denmark was an incredible adventure, but after day ten I was ready to be home. I love my cabin in the woods. Still it is wonderful that we are lucky enough to enjoy other adventures. Life is grand indeed.

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