The road is long from the intention to the completion.
Moliere (Jean Baptiste Poquelin)
Early one Saturday morning I had a list of things to do a mile long that I thought I needed to complete. I had been keeping myself pretty busy, (possibly too busy) since my Mom had passed away. My Hero knowing this convinced me to go to another auction. He knew that the lost feeling I had been carrying around since her passing was not going to go away on its own. I had to get out there, and get back to my normal. We headed off. I smiled, knowing My Hero does understand me very well.
As soon as My Hero, Dios and I drove up I found myself staring at an immaculate barn. It, the red brick house, and the land itself had obviously been well loved and cared for. I searched for the owners and asked permission to take some photos. I assured them that I would try to not publish any pictures that could identify their place.
Once again and as usual I gravitated to that old barn and the old equipment that our hard-working ancestors had to work with. Admiration of how hard life was back then, and how difficult life could be, always makes me think about how lucky we truly are to live in this time.
There is one thing that happens at every farm auction that I have ever gone to. If you pick up something and while turning it over and over trying to guess what it was used for, ultimately, someone standing right beside you will tell you its name, and use. They will also tell you stories of their own, about their using that item. Old-timers have the best stories, I have always found.
While I was snapping photos a young woman and her daughter walked up to me. “I heard you were taking photos of the farm”. Yes I am, I replied. “Well, my husband and I are the new owners”. Congratulations. Do you mind if I take these photos? “Not at all”. I then asked the question that always pops into my head. Are you going to continue to farm it? “Yes we are”? Oh that made me smile and so happy knowing that these days that is not always the case. It is one thing to own, and live on a beautiful farm, and a totally different thing to farm, a beautiful farm. I shook her hand and told her how wonderful that was.
I remembered after we bought this old farm of ours, I tracked down the elderly farmer that had owned it and paid him a visit just to tell him we would continue to farm it. His big smile said it all. He now knew that his years, and years of blood, sweat and tears would not be in vain and that would be continued by a new generation of farmers. Always a wonderful thing in my eyes. Having farmed our farm for over 36 years, now I understand even more, than I did then, about how important that is to know.
After chatting with the lovely young woman, and wishing her family all the best, we parted ways. I then watched as she and her daughter walked down the long lane. They were looking from side to side admiring the land that was to be theirs very soon. I have no doubt, planning their upcoming future and dreams. I will never forget our own dreams of long ago, and how they did indeed come true.
New beginnings for everyone.