The good things of life are not to be had singly;
but come to us with a mixture;
like a schoolboy’s holiday,
with a task affixed to the tail of it.
Well it is Thanksgiving Day 2014 and I am sitting in my kitchen at 3 A.M. thinking about the wonderful weekend I have been so very blessed to share with the ones I love. Stories are swimming around in my head but I am over whelmed with emotion while I flip through the photos of my Mom lying on my sister Tess’s couch. Tess had everyone over for dinner and when I arrived after spending a day with Dios and My Hero at a wonderful pancake house and museum I saw her curled up there.
The very first story of the weekend has to be the one about the cows finally being able to get into that hay field after waiting patiently for us to get ready for them. My Hero had been busy putting things away. You know things like the baler which is finally back in the barn, the rake and the disc bine. It is safe to say that haying season is finally over.
I decided that I could not wait for My Hero to finish so I donned my Pink Cadillac Boots, oh yes it is definitely the season. A knitted wool hat and warm coat were in order. Of course Leo was with me and the adventure was to begin. The cows were standing watching My Hero do his thing and when I walked out. Well now it did not take too long for them to realize we were going to be playing follow the leader. I climbed the gate, gave My Hero a wave and I was off. Follow the leader indeed, and for now I was the leader.
We were doing pretty well with that I was the leader thing and I walked slowly turning around every once in a while to say come on girls. Of course they followed me they trust me. They stuck close behind until one of them; I am not going to mention any names figured out that we were heading back into the bush.
They know that just beyond the bush and in front of the swamp was the most lush hay field. It was now cut and all the bales had been picked up so it was waiting for them to graze at will. I know you are wondering how they know that and I am going to be honest here I have no idea but they always do. I guess you have figured out by now that they passed me like a speeding line up of racing cars on the expressway and I was stuck in second gear in an old jalopy.
Running through the bush full of multi-coloured leaves that littered the ground those cows were way out front and it would appear that I was the one being led. I ran down the hill and by the time I caught up with them they were all smiling with a devilish grin and standing by the gate waiting for it to be opened.
Well wouldn’t you know it after exiting the bush and there was My Hero in my tractor just in time to open that gate and look like he was the hero? I am pretty sure I was the one that lead them there but now he looked like that hero because he was the one that was going to open that gate. That gate opened after I had climbed over the fence and waited with Leo and they rushed in. They raced through paying no mind to me. Their heads were quickly immersed in the clover and I did not hear one thank you.
It appears I have been so darn busy lately that I completely missed the fact that we had three news calves born this last month. This just proves to me that I need to slow down and I do not always have to be the leader and must let others look like the hero.
That being said I will have to share the story about My Hero leading me through the swamp. Oh yes that was quite the adventure all right.
You know there are many more stories I just had to get this one out. Happy Thanksgiving my friends, I am truly blessed…….. I am going to go back to bed now.