The trust which we put in ourselves
causes us to feel trust in others.
Duc Francois de La Rochefoucauld
The house is so very quiet now that the girls are gone back to their normal lives after all that laughter and fun. My Hero who is still doing my chores had me questioning what I could be doing with all this free time. I found myself going a little stir crazy after hibernating in the nice warm house eating chocolates and wearing flannels for two days so I pulled on those coveralls and Pink Cadillac Boots and headed outside. I climbed up into the tractor and drove down the laneway to the bush. Parking in front of the closed red gate I turned to pull my snowshoes out from behind the seat, oh I knew this was just what I needed.
Opening the door I hopped down on the snow and ice covered ground. Thump…a hollow sound echoed through the ice covered trees, a sound much like a drum with its hollow center. No doubt this was the result of the inches of freezing rain that fell for two days then froze solid then was topped off with a nice layer of snow. Oh this was perfect for snowshoeing. I strapped those snowshoes on over top of those Pink Cadillac Boots completely forgetting about everything that was running through my head and I headed into those trees to absorb the beauty, the peace and calm, this was my place of solitude.
Well it turns out there was none of that familiar silence in the bush. There was this constant hollow thump of my snowshoes hitting the ground as I walked and the crashing booming sound of melting snow and ice sliding off the tree branches crashing to the ground, this made for more noise than I expected. I have to admit that crashing booming sound was a bit frightening at first until I finally figured it out. I found that I was constantly turning around wondering what could be crashing through the bush chasing me.
Since I truly value my life and am not silly enough to completely ignore my surroundings I did not walk under those heavily laden trees that kept throwing the unwanted ice and snow at me much like the apple trees throwing their apples at Dorothy and the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. I decided to stay out in the open away from those trees.
Deer are natural survivalists they know how to handle any situation and rarely put themselves in harm’s way so I naturally followed their trail winding through the bush away from those scary ice throwing trees. The fresh deer tracks were going under maple and oak trees where the ice and snow had already melted and had littered the ground with broken pieces of ice looking much like spilled bags of diamonds. The warm-up of the night before had already created a safe path through the bush for the deer and now me.
I could see where the deer most likely during the horrible freezing rain storm were running to find shelter and had broken through the ice, making me wonder how their tiny ankles could handle such a trauma.
Oh I love it back here it is so beautiful even with all that noise, I continued to thump along the deer trail in the open wondering where that trail will end and what adventure may be lying at that end. That is when I saw the rabbit tracks. Being the curious person I am I wandered over to check out where they had gone and came to an old cedar tree with its branches touching the ground. I bent down to peer under that branch.
That is when I heard another crashing sound and I felt a slushy cold wet hunk of snow and ice which had slid off the cedar branch above my head. It completely covered my head then slid down my back under my coveralls and soaking my flannels no doubt. It knocked the orange toque out of my pocket to the ground. I laughed out loud and that laughter echoed through the bush. Hollow thumping, unstoppable crashing and booming and now uncontrollable laughter, oh this was not the silence of the bush I am used to.
I bent down picked up my hat and told myself I should have known better than to trust those darn tricky rabbits. Back on the deer trail I thumped my way back to the tractor, loving every cold wet moment. Tomorrow they are calling for more snow and I cannot wait. 2014 here I come ready or not.