Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.
My time away from the farm went a little longer this time, five days which I must admit was wonderful. Anytime I get to spend with my daughters is always the best. Usually this time of year we would be hustling with haying and such things and I would have never travelled away from the farm. Since the ground is wet and the rain keeps falling I took advantage of that and went to play off farm. Oh yes I do love that and need it once in a while.
Early one morning after my returning back to the farm I hopped out of my warm comfy bed about 5:30 my head was still full of the memories of the sounds of the city I had just left, those early morning sounds so different then what I am used to. My hiking shoes would be hitting the pavement while surrounded by that noise of the traffic, banging garbage trucks and birds singing their songs loudly demanding to be heard. I could be seen heading to a coffee shop to sit to dream and to write. I enjoy both conflicting world sounds and make a point to take them in and pay attention. Those sounds of the city can be very soothing to those who live there I am sure and I get that. I rather liked those sounds, the more time I sat in the middle of them the more I noticed it was like music.
This day and now that I was up and after that first cup of coffee I headed downstairs, it was 6 a.m. I donned those Pink Cadillac Boots, a warm sweatshirt, a bug hat (it is that time of year) slung my back pack with my camera, the water and pen and paper that had made the trip back from the city with me, I headed through that door and back into the world I had left behind. I knew the girls would have been missing me and I frankly missed them too. I needed to get back there to see them.
Since the girls are now over at NDF’s farm I hopped over the wet rail fence and through the high stick to my pants grass, it is tick season here now and I have heard they are very plentiful this year, I had sprayed some children’s bug spray on the bottom of my pants hoping that would deter them. There is nothing that was going to stop me from seeing the girls.
The sound of Crows, huge Crows cackled above my head, I am pretty sure they were warning the girls that I was coming. I could hear those Taunting Turkeys having a party off in the bushes their gobble, gobble echoed through the trees so I changed my route and headed in that direction hoping to catch them in action. I searched the tops of the trees and scanned the bushes but they are very clever and kept out of my sight. My camera was ready in hand waiting to catch just one little shot that is what I was hoping for, that is what I am always hoping for, it has become a game between us. Someday I will capture them.
I walked through the cedars, oh that wet musty smell was so very different than the exhaust mixed with the fragrances of abundant flowers that hung over the pavement on the city streets, the sounds here on the farm were so soft not pounding in my head. The birds were singing here also but did not have to sing as loud to be heard. I turned the corner and there stood two stockers, they ran as if I had caught them doing something they should not have been doing, I had no idea why they ran, could they have been waiting for me I wondered.
I followed those two running down the lane then darted through the trees then I walked into a clearing and that is when I heard the sounds of mooing lots of mooing, it appears they had indeed been waiting hoping I would find them. They were shouting to the fluffy white clouds in that clear blue sky that I was back, I knew that very moment that they had missed me. I imagined they were shouting surprise but it could have been singing. Bossy2 rushed over no doubt looking for a hat which I was not carrying, she had her calf with her with those darling big ears. Boosy2 pushed herself close so that I would have to pet her then there was Red and then Girl and before I knew it I had to pet all the girls standing surrounding me. It was a meet and greet of the grandest kind. Oh they really did miss me and I know I missed them.
I spent quite a lot of time with them visiting and catching up on things that went on while I was gone, I shared the stories I had gathered from the city and they stood there hanging on every word. Just as quick as it started I guess my party was over, some of those teenagers started to drift deeper into the trees, those youngin’ s nowadays have always been difficult to entertain with my stories I’m afraid. I bid goodbye and told them I would be back later.
I walked through the trees hopped another fence, all the time smiling and listening to those darn Taunting Turkeys celebrating back where I had just left continuing on to the house knowing I had truly been missed.
Haying will be starting soon and I have no doubt it is going to get very busy very quickly and the girls know that my time will be limited so that was a very nice surprise. Thanks girls I loved my party, just a small suggestion if you don’t mind …… a cake would have been nice. I like chocolate.