In what he leaves unsaid I discover a master of style.
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
After all, those physically exhausting weekends of dropping trees in the bush, hauling, piling and never to forget the burning of a fair amount of that wood during this cool damp week, this farm girl and her Hero finally had a weekend to do something different, yet vaguely familiar, something they both have been missing.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, it seems that there are only ten more days till that big day. When did that happen? This reminds me of one of the stories that I have sitting in my purse. Oh yes in my purse, it seems my old tattered storybook has been pulled out plenty of times this past month and I am in need of another storybook. I have no idea how I shall keep all these stories, but I will continue to write them as long as they pop into my head. Life is a great adventure, and I for one do not want to forget one thing, be that good or bad. Lessons and laughter oh yes that is what I shall call this life of mine.
Bossy2, the other cows and I have been spending a lot of time together lately and you will not believe what she and the girls have been up to. Sometimes I wonder if they could talk what they would say. I know that you know, I probably believe they do. These stories will make it here on this blog eventually, I love sharing them with all of you. Finding the time seems to be my problem lately. They keep coming, and I keep gathering.
The weather is damp and seems to be melting that little bit of snow that we had. My dreams of snowshoeing seem to be put on hold for a bit. I have yet to venture out into the bush to just sit, breathe and write but I will. As I sit here at my window with the incredible view of my world, I am so grateful for what I have. A visit with my Mom during the week still grips my heart and soul. There is always singing, storytelling, laughter and so much love in that room, that keeps me grounded and happy. So many stories flow from her to my imagination. Then they go to my storybook only to be jammed in my purse. I think I really need to get another storybook.
So there you have it, this last month I seem to be a Ramblin’ girl. Moving from place to place, experience to experience, living, loving and gathering everything this old world throws at me, then jamming that experience into my purse.
I do hope everyone will be patient with me while waiting to hear and see those stories. Those stories with Bossy2 and every other story that is now jammed in my purse, I will try my best to get them on here.
Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten to tell you what My Hero and I did on the weekend, didn’t I? I can tell you that there may have been a ladder if you were wondering. I do hope all of your own stories are being jammed into your purse as well during this busy season. There are so many exciting things in this life, and sharing is a wonderful thing.