The wheel of change goes on,
and those who were down go up,
and those who were up go down.
Hopping down off a stacked pile of sawn pine boards, I ran to chase my hat that raced across a pasture field filled with rocks and dry weeds. I grabbed it before it travelled too far. I went back to my perch to observe and enjoy the auction and the crowd.
That auction was in northern Ontario and there was a good crowd. The wind blew constantly and it was chilly even with the sun that warmed between gusts. The thing about auctions is that you are always at the mercy of the weather. Rain or shine, or freezing temperatures, that will not stop most dedicated auction goers. That was the first auction of the year for My Hero, Dios and I. This one was over a month ago now, and after that hibernation of winter we were excited to get out and to start the auction sale season. As usual I sat with pen and paper in hand.
The auctioneer’s voice, with a steady roll of numbers, pumps out of the speakers perched on aluminum stands behind him. SOLD SOLD SOLD….
The crowd appears to be a mix of hunters, farmers, neighbours, and friends. Of course the family is here too, it is a good crowd. A dog starts barking and the auctioneer throws out a joke about what it was bidding. A flock of Canada Geese flies and honks overhead. I sit perched on my pile of sawn boards and observe, listen and ponder.
The trees bend and sway in the wind. The buds on those trees are waiting for the warmth to invite them to burst forth, spring is almost here. Turning to the left I admire the old weathered barn sitting atop a hill in these fierce winds, it stands strong. It is in great shape. That is a testament to the farmer that took such pride of ownership in it, and the land that surrounds. He worked hard toiling through everything, all those years dealing with the changes in the weather, the politics, and the social parts of farming. He came through it all with the land and buildings still intact despite hardships that I am sure had come over the years.
He had kept going, concentrating on growing the food, that was needed for all of us and always hoping the rest would work out. Hoping does not always work.
An older gentleman walks up to me and like most farmers we started our conversation off about the weather. Then we talked about the price of grain and the big jump in the price of beef cattle, but then it turned to politics. Yes politics has always been a huge part of this farming business, even if I don’t write about it, it is still there. There is no escaping how laws will and do affect a farmers livelihood and his ability to keep producing and holding on to his land.
The wind blows my hat off once again and the farmer smiles picks it up and hands it to me. He then comments that this would be a great place for a Wind turbine. He says it is the perfect place, high atop this piece of rock surrounded by pasture fields of rock and weed, generating electricity and needed income for a farmer.
Farmers do understand that to survive we must be willing to listen and adapt to change, much like the rest of the world.
Maybe he is right. What do you think?