Friday, July 4, 2014

Drifting...... close yet so far from home!

A drop of ink may make a million think.
                                George Gordon Byron (Lord Byron)


That first sip of the day, where the heat warms my lips and the rich smoothness rolls over my tongue tripping my taste buds; that is exactly what I needed.

So close to home, so far from home. My thoughts drift to the city where my girls may possibly be sipping their first sip of the day. Are their memories drifting, drifting home to the farm while mine drift to the city?
Sitting on a patio in the sun surrounded by the noise of the city watching the people that pass by, there would be giggling, the sharing of stories always knowing the time we have together will end and everyone will once again return to what they do every day, returning to the lives they have chosen the lives they love.

I drift to those memories mostly on days like this; those dull overcast rainy days, those lonely days when no one is around, those days that I am not going to be able to work outside on the farm and be too busy to drift. I keep those memories close for these days when I need them. The soft jazz music floats through the air surrounding me like a big hug from my Dad this was his kind of music and oh how that makes me happy with all those memories that go with it, I love that.

My mind drifts far from home to the city but physically I am sitting in a café in town where I have just left the Co-op store and two blocks of salt along with groceries are now sitting in the back of my Jeep outside in the rain. My reality and my memories blend together, mixing, swirling, churning…. Here there, here there.


I look down at the red itchy scratches on my arms reminding me of the trip to the bush and those horrible prickly ash bushes where I pushed myself through the thick of them to find a calf that did not need me as much as I had worried it might, finding it  protected and safe, surrounded and sleeping. Those bushes ripped at my bare skin telling me to turn around and trying to warn me that cows hide their calves all the time and we need not worry but I did not listen, I had forgotten that. I stubbornly pushed through the pain and the drenching heat and his Mom ‘Girl’ followed us wondering why we were back looking for her calf when she knew exactly where it was and no doubt wondered what all the fuss was about. When will we learn?


Oh this coffee is so comforting mixed with those memories of the city and our girls, that soothing music holding me tight and a delicious muffin its perfect companion. So close to home, so far away, drifting, drifting. I wonder why I worry about things I have no control over and why I cannot just live in the moment, moments like this one.

The busy haying season is coming and there will be very few of these moments with all the hustle bustle and worry about crazy weather, the outrageous price of diesel fuel averaging a $1.38 a liter, and the information Paul at the Co-op shared about the price of baler twine now at $50 bale (two rolls), not to mention the breakdowns that are more than likely going to happen and the cost of fixing them.


I think of My Hero who works so hard to fix those minor problems before they become bigger problems. On Canada Day in the horrible heat of the day I watched him rip apart a hydraulic valve on my tractor, the one that opens the door to drop the round bales from the baler, the sweat was running down his brow and he did not stop till he fixed it because he wanted to make things easier for me, I am so lucky to have someone that cares like that.

Moments like these help to keep me sane before the craziness begins, memories of those moments spent in a café with those girls so far from home yet so close to home, drifting back and forth, and a man who will always be My Hero.


Oh that last drop of smooth goodness slips over my tongue…… I best get back to the farm those cows will be looking for their salt. The rain has stopped.
I do hope this haying thing starts soon……. we have a wedding to get to.

Happy Birthday M. Enjoy those drifting memories, I know I will.

Happy 4th of July to all my American friends. Enjoy.


Later

39 comments:

  1. Lovely memories of the city and your girls. I know what it is like to have your girls faraway. So far away that you can't help them when they need it. I forgot to wish you a happy Canada day. It looks like your hero gave you happiness on that day.

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  2. OK. I win the "duh" award today. I just wished my Canadian blog friend a Happy 4th of July on the comment you left on my blog. Oh well! Now you know another crazy American! I understand about missing your kids and wondering what they are doing. I'd love to see our little granddaughter at their neighborhood 4th of July parade today, all decked out in her cute patriotic dress. I'd even like to help my son paint at his new house. But harvest duty calls. Enjoy your day and your memories, B! And make it a good day - even if it's not a holiday where you live!

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  3. i hope you had a great Canadian Day. ( ;
    it is suppose to be a cooler 4th here. so that makes me super happy. we have a nice breeze this AM. yesterday was a yard filled day of picking up huge limbs & sticks from the thunderstorm wednesday evening. it was rough. & there are still even more to pick up.

    have a nice day! ( :

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  4. ooops, missed wishing you a happy Canada Day!!!

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  5. Lovely words, thoughts, remembering . . .
    I hope you and your Hero enjoyed Canada Day busily working the farm!
    Thank you for America good wishes . . .

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  6. awww b, i wish you a happy everything!! i drink tea, which is always good to the last drop as well.

    thats a great image of your mug and pad!!!!

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  7. It's nice to stop and reminisce of sweet moments, especially with far away daughters. It takes our minds off of our current issues with life. And life on the farm has lots of issues and chores and fixes that seem to never end. Blessings to you both. Pam

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  8. Drifting and dreaming---for you at this busy time it is a luxury. But you needed to do that. Hope all goes well this haying season. I know all about broken equipment and snapped baling twine etc. Smoothly it goes---YES!
    MB

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  9. I just love that picture of mom cow with baby.

    My husband still hasn't cut our hay!

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  10. Loved listening to your reverie!

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  11. you can sure make me homesick!

    loved the photo of the mama and her calf. and the photo of your hero and his tools and work.

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  12. You could hardly see that little guy tucked away in the bush.

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  13. Wow...great post. I love your blog so much! I a glad the calf was ok, I would have been worrying too! I hope your scratches heal up too!! The weather was cooler here this morning, so I hope your daughters were enjoying the break from the humidity!

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  14. The mama and her calf are so sweet.
    I hope you have a wonderful weekend Buttons!

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  15. I think every woman has those thoughts once they become a mother...drifting never stops...only postponed because of life!...:)JP

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  16. Oh, well. Much worry about nothing. But you satisfied yourself that you're a great "grandma" to those calves.

    Hope haying goes well!

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  17. Still waiting for hay to be cut here; my pastures are cow's tails because everyone cuts their own hay first. I understand but am still anxious. The price of beef is up, up, up but not wages; 'splain that one to me, Lucy -LOL-.

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  18. We have had one cutting of hay, and hope for another. I hope yours goes well.

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  19. Beautiful memories.
    If haying doesn't get started, you will have green, purpley flowers swaying in the gentle breeze for the wedding. Then try explaining that to the cows come winter! :)
    Cheri

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  20. Neat story ! You weave your story around a satisfying cup of coffee. Your cup of coffee leads you to many pleasant memories.

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  21. The mama cow and the baby are precious.

    And it is so frustrating to think how costs keep going up and up with haying. I hope nothing breaks for your hero.

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  22. You have a lot on your plate and plenty to think about. Funny how you always seem to get through things at times like this. Keep on keepin' on B. They have been doing hay down here for awhile and we have our first two loads. Had some rain and now they are starting to cut again. I sure wish we lived closer to each other.

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  23. Nice memories to remember. Thanks for the heads up on that calf. Hope your summer does not get too hot for you.

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  24. Those stolen moments might be the ones that save your sanity when it gets busy, and life gets overwhelming. Make sure to indulge in not just the coffee, but the deep breaths.

    Jen

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  25. I too enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning before really beginning my day.

    A few farmers have already cut and baled hay here!

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  26. wonderful post I love how you've expressed your thoughts on memories, and I am so HAPPY Girl and her calf were okay, sorry though that you got so scratched up, I'm sure she appreciates your worry...they are baling here like mad-though recently a few nasty rains during the night foiled things for a bit.

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  27. I send along my belated birthday greetings to M!

    Once again, a well-written story of your "wanderings!"

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  28. Such sweet musings in a quiet moment; surrounded by the comfort of coffee, writing pad, and loving memory...

    Happy belated birthday to M, and happy belated Canada Day as well!

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  29. That's a sweet shot of mom and baby- you have a big heart Buttons..checking on her like that. I hope you get to see your girls again soon!

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  30. I just loved this post. You have such a gift with words, Buttons. And that picture of Girl and her calf is wonderful! You and your hero are lucky to have each other.

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  31. I've been looking for your everywhere couldn't find you, i'll visit later i just wanted you to go visit someone re cows great song:
    http://jabacue.blogspot.ca/

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  32. And I'm so glad you have a hero, all hard-working woman need one, because occasionally you just have to rest have a coffee and watch the cows
    You're a wonderful woman farmer B. hope you enjoyed if you didn't already know it the link I sent to you I think you'll relate to the song....:) Happy, Happy, Everythign

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  33. Your words and your photos move me. Wonderful.

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  34. I hope you get plenty of rest before the haying begins. We have been rather dry here. But there's been lots of haying already. Some of the fields are full of those round bales.

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  35. Hello there Grace .. I too love that picture of mom and baby together .. I had no idea cows will hide their calf like that .. I would worry too though.
    We all need those quite , still moments .. I hope you get more to help your through all of the chaos and busyness that is coming up ... take a page from your hero's book .. look after your small hurts first before they become bigger ones ? : )
    Joy

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  36. Thank you for your kind words. You are a blessing to me. I spent the weekend raking hay with my husband. He, like your husband, is a hard worker who tries to make it easier for me too. He rakes the hard parts of the field so I can mostly do the easy back and forth. Your family is so blessed to have you. Enjoy your day my friend.

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  37. oh that picture of mama and baby, so sweet, just like you!

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  38. Glad you had a good "Canada Day". I love that first sip in the morning, and that first sip in the afternoon! Which is probably why I'm awake right now, 4:00 am. -sigh -I could be sleeping in too.

    Cindy Bee

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  39. I'm glad you had time to drift and enjoy. Also delighted the little calf was safe.

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