Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
Sir James Matthew Barrie
It would seem I am not the only one missing the bride, the groom and all the visitors that had been here trumping down the grass, laughing, giggling, dancing and just being plain silly in front of a photo booth with silly hats, boas and costumes galore, everyone enjoying a day and evening that turned out to be almost perfect, and better than anyone especially I, the mother of the bride had ever imagined. It seems the cows are missing the excitement that came with that big event. Things are indeed returning back to normal here on the farm after all the activities of the last few harried months.
Everything festive was now gone, all packed up and trucked out except for that tent frame Uncle Dios and My Hero built and no doubt, needing a plan to be moved and needing an alternative use. A full wagon load of round bales sits where the tent full of fun and laughter had stood; a wagon that now waits to be taken to be unloaded and stored for the upcoming winter.
There were none of those many camera-carrying people who captured that above photo (thanks, Julie) to pay attention to the cows standing and waiting in the field behind the house. Where just a couple of weeks ago children were running and so excited to see real cows and fancy city photographers made a fuss and were excited for the same reason. Oh yes, I understand why those cows were looking sad and disappointed while standing and staring into the kitchen window as I sat in my chair resting and staring out. I was feeling it too; this was wedding withdrawal, no doubt about it.
I stood up slipped on my shoes and went out to see if we could get through this together. I think they thought they were the center of attention only to find out later and after the ceremony where they had put up quite a ruckus that it was not all about them after all but all about the beautiful bride and her handsome groom.
I walked out and stood near them, I am pretty sure I heard a sigh oh yes they were disappointed that there was now only me taking photos. Seeing Bossy2 standing behind ignoring me only proved my point, there was sadness in the air. Back to normal here on the farm and after all that excitement I knew it was going to take all of us a little bit of time to get used to normal once again. Back to normal means work.
There are beautiful round bales of hay scattered about sitting in fields of grass now about a foot high, left in the fields for a photographer who needed to capture the spirit of farm living in those wedding photos (he was right I love that myself) but now it needs to be moved. There is a woodpile that is sitting waiting for someone to cut and split more wood to get through the cold winter predicted, this was also a wonderful photo op I am told. There are gardens to be harvested lacking vegetables except for tomatoes and kale because the flowers seemed more important for those wedding shots, oh yes there is indeed “catch up” work to be done. We (meaning the girls and I) at the farm are waiting patiently to see all those photos that the many photographers carrying cameras captured before everyone returned to their lives leaving a mother of the bride and the cows that love her wondering how they turned out and feeling a bit sad knowing it was indeed going to be only us once again.
After all the fun, the incredible memories and all that attention we had all enjoyed now we knew it was now back to work, and back to normal. Smile.