Monday, September 2, 2013

Pink Cadillac Boot Normal!

Where we do not find peace within ourselves,
it is vain to seek for it elsewhere.
                   Duc Francois de La Rochefoucauld


I do hope everyone is having a wonderful Labour/Labor Day Weekend. I have to say I cannot believe it is September already, it seems that this particular spring and summer flew by and I can barely remember what I did other than baling hay, I truly do not remember, I will have to go back and read my own Blog posts. One thing I do know is that I am looking forward to getting back to some sense of “Normal”, and this week has pushed me in that right direction, hopefully.

 I slipped on my Pink Cadillac Boots and headed out into the fog, the beautiful misty, dewy fog that has visited every morning this week. This misty paper veil completely concealing the barn that I knew was there, a gift from Mother Nature that had found me rushing out of the house three mornings in a row at 6:15 a.m. smiling and pushing myself to find the “Normal” that I am pretty sure I had been desperately searching for (at least mentally) lately. I looked down to my moisture covered, after walking through the wet grass, Pink Cadillac Boots and knew I was headed in the right direction. I was heading to the bush. The bush that has not seen those boots or I for what feels like a lifetime ago, on some of those long days.

That familiar sound of the rusty chain on the gate as I unhooked it rattled and banged echoing through the stillness of the air, that damp air that filled my lungs as I breathed in deeply, this fog wrapped me in a protective cocoon keeping the world out and holding my thoughts in. Oh this is what I had been missing.


Making my way down the lane way I could not see very far in front of my face, I could feel the moisture so fresh and clean as I pushed through it. A constant chirping had me turning to follow the sound and I saw the Wrens and Goldfinch flit from fence wire to fence wire, horrible but pretty thistle to horrible but pretty thistle, while leading me down the path deeper into the unknown. That unknown that was hidden by a thick fog so thick the familiar “You could cut it with a butter knife” saying in my Grandmothers voice rattled around in my head. With the pump house now in sight I found my bearings and realized I was nowhere near the bush I had been searching for.


I could hear the mooing of the cows, the soft sound muffled by the misty veil soothed with memories long forgotten. They were no doubt trying to figure out where they were and sending out shouts much like our childhood game those evenings in the darkness hiding and shouting over and over,” Hello hello I am over here come and find me”, then moving quickly to hide while laughing. The mooing had me changing my direction again and following the sounds to go see those cows also hidden and wrapped in a cocoon searching for a way out or a way into their “Normal” routine.

I found myself standing under that old Twin Oak Tree that I love which lies halfway to the bush I was seeking. Stopping and looking up I could feel the now disappearing fog turning to a misty light rain dripping from the trees. I could feel this cool moisture running down my hair and dripping over my face then rolling over my chin and landing on my yellow sweat shirt. I suddenly felt something heavy hit me, could it be hail; I thought to myself it was much too heavy for rain, I reached up to pull an Oak leaf with an acorn attached off the top of my head. Looking up I scanned the leafy tree to try to figure out what could possibly be going on up there and that is when I noticed those beady little eyes and sharp teeth that sparkled from behind a big smile, staring right back at me.


This huge Gray Squirrel was throwing Oak leaves and acorns at me, was he trying to get my attention or just trying to scare me off. Another nut hit my head and landed on the ground. Hey, I shouted up to him, he scurried off down the tree; was that giggling I heard. He was heading in the direction of the bush by way of the top rail of the fence. That is when I then decided to head back to the house by way of the over the rusty red metal gate and through the wet field of clover knowing that the veil of mist hiding me from the world had now been lifted and I had things that needed to be tended too. I looked down to my Pink Cadillac Boots wet and shiny and knew I would be back again in the morning. I knew that was those first steps needed to make my way back to “Normal” and smile, every step of the way.


Well I never did make it to the bush, maybe tomorrow. Yes it is amazing how a few damp mornings wrapped in a misty cocoon and a few hits to the head compliments of a fun loving Grey Squirrel who I still believe I heard giggling can change your way of thinking and help you realize the direction you need to head, to find the “New Normal” you have been searching for, at least for now.

Later


32 comments:

  1. been a couple of "pea souper" mornings. This morning isn't looking much better either!!!

    Enjoy your Labour Day.

    Gill

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  2. I didn't realize just how much I needed a 'walk' in the bush through your eyes. Thanks for beautiful morning.

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  3. What is normal? :) Lovely description of the "paper veil" fog my friend. xo

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  4. Now that sounds like a splendid morning!

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  5. Oh there is just something lovely about frog/mist, you wonder what is there in front of you. Hugs M xoxoxox

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  6. Love those foggy mornings with the bulk of buildings slowly emerging as you get closer.

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  7. I'll bet that squirrel is still laughing. He'll be watching for those pink cadillac boots! :)

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  8. LOVELY photos!!
    Glad you enjoyed your walk, thanks for taking us with you :)

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  9. Those lovely, foggy mornings are brought forth so beautifully by your story and your pics. Loved hearing about the pink Cadillac boots again!

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  10. It sounds like a truly wonderful morning!

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  11. Wonderful images, Buttons!!! I really like the one of the squirrel running along the top of the fence!!!
    The only foggy day we have had here, I had to go to school, so no play for me ;-(

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  12. laughing at the squirrel pelting you. :)

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  13. Thanks for the lovely walk in the fog this morning...now I don't have to...LOL! I love your descriptions. We have rain this morning (in California!!!) Can you imagine!

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  14. Fog is lovely as long as you are not driving in it! And the squirrel was funny too.

    We were blessed to find water falling from the sky last night and this morning, YAY! We need it again. Even if it means I may not get to smoke the briskets today, I won't begrudge the rainfall at all.

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  15. Great way to start the day with a playful squirrel.

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  16. Well that was a lovely walk. And what a funny squirrel!

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  17. Oh, I have missed walking with you, through your beautiful words! You are so right. Time spent in our special places will help lead us where we need to go.

    Gorgeous photos of your world in the fog!

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  18. Awesome silent beauty...we all need a dose of that!

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  19. It's funny how a journal or blog post will bring you back so that you remember most details of a day. For example you write about a morning fog , but reading it later you can remember many other things you did that day. Excellent description and photos of fog.

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  20. B,

    I always love your stories and beautiful pictures. And those boot!!!! Pink Cadillac's wooohoooo!!!!

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  21. I don't care what anybody says Buttons ~ it is perfectly "normal" to hear a squirrel giggle !

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  22. So beautifully written, Buttons! I found myself walking along with you!

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  23. I love the silence of foggy mornings. And I love your photos of it. So peaceful.

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  24. I do enjoy foggy mornings very much. As long as I don't have to drive through it, Fog is magical.

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  25. We've had a lot of fog lately too. Fun watching it on the pond, listening to the sounds of things I cannot see. I'd never go out in your woods though....with bears on the loose! (you thought I forgot about them didn't you)

    Cindy Bee

    PS - you and Feral crack me up.

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  26. Heehee life is complete once you have been beaned by an acorn dropped by a giggling squirrel!

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  27. "Normal" is just so delicious when you glimpsed un-normal with eyes of fear. Just a good old normal day. Can't beat it.

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  28. keep your head down, dear. ;)

    lovely, lovely pea soup images!

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  29. I adore that a walk through the woods and one naughty squirrel is helping you to find your new normal.
    And as always your pictures speak a thousand words.....beautiful.

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  30. Nothing like a pair of pink cadilac boots to get you through a misty morning and not just a misty morning, but a magical one as well. The sound of squirels dropping cones on our tins roofs is what I wake up to. I so need a pair of new rubber boots for the wets grasses that are coming in the mornings and days ahead. Love your misty morning photos, what a delight.

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  31. you and leo, a match made in heaven!!

    these are just glorious!!

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  32. Dear heavens girl - YOU HAVE TO GET PUBLISHED - you write the way we all see - how you do that??? :)

    xoxox

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