He who can at all times sacrifice pleasure to duty approaches sublimity.
Johann Kasper Lavater
Well now, the weather is certainly not cooperating as far as this whole get the haying started, get going then get it done thing because we once again had a very heavy rain storm last night that dumped an ocean of water into those beautiful full thick mixed clover and alfalfa now lying flat fields…… so what’s a girl to do?
She starts trying not to worry about the things she cannot change and take a little solace in the fact that since there will be no hay to bale that I will be able to go to the local county fair, sometimes a girl just has to do what the universe is pushing her to do, pay attention to those signs. Meaning, to make the best of an uncontrollable situation you must enjoy the gift that comes from that particular situation no matter what happens knowing or at least hoping things always seem to work out in the end…….. right?
OK now that the whole worrying about the hay thing is on hold I have been thinking and dreaming of the fair, oh yes the fair. I love the fair I have been going to this fair ever since I can remember. All that exciting fun, the delicious enticing food, the reunion with those childhood friends and neighbours of long ago and every single memory that springs forth, I look forward to it all. I am going to enjoy every moment I can while poor My Hero may possibly be cutting hay, I said possibly. No hay down or at least cut down meaning no baling required meaning no working for me, so I truly have to go, it would be silly not to.
I remember last year when the hay was well on its way so My Hero and I were able to enjoy the fair together, the tractor pull being his favourite, the pie the church ladies were selling being mine. The aroma of gas and diesel fuel mixed with deafening noises for him and that smell of the delicious lemon meringue pie and those conversations with old friends for me…. huh you decide.
Oh how I look forward to the parade where all the village people pull themselves out of their houses with coffee cups in their hands, children at their feet and stand lining the street watching a parade that marches every year rain, well not rain, but definitely shine, where generations of families have come since the beginning of time to watch. This is where my mind drifts and I wonder if my Mom will be sitting there with a huge smile on her face enjoying every moment and my knowing she is remembering those fairs of long ago too, we shall see.
There are the horse pulls and tractor pulls and wagon pulls with young parents pulling wagons full of smiling children with dirty faces and hands clinging to sticky pink cotton candy. There are onions being peeled behind the scenes by workers preparing for those greasy best I ever had hamburgers that will be consumed by all, in turn bringing more memories of long ago.
The amusement rides that scare and delight those brave enough to climb aboard. The merry go round will turn every year and the tea cups will spin, much like those memories that spin in my head while immersed in this whirlwind of activity that happens every year rain or shine, OK maybe not rain.
There will be shouts of “Win your sweetie a prize” and those first dates when thoughts of trying to impress taking the money of those who may or may not be skilled enough to show their girl with her smile that they do indeed care. Oh yes the noise, the smells, the games, and the rides, the memories that will be made and relived over and over all because the rain let this farm girl go do what she needs/wants to do.
I can do this I just know it. Sorry My Hero if it turns out you have to cut while I play be safe and see you later, I’ll bring you back some cotton candy and a few photos.
So Mother Nature, if you don’t mind could you please bring on the haying weather? I am surprisingly OK with this slight delay but there is that whole upcoming wedding remember........ Mmmmm pie.