A man’s time, when well husbanded,
is like a cultivated field,
of which a few acres produces more of what is useful to life,
than extensive provinces, even in the richest of soil,
when overrun with weeds and brambles.
Puddles, rain, cloud and some beautiful sunny days are here. Oh yes, it is that time of year again. This has to be my favourite time of year. Playing in the puddles, and wading through the mud to get things done around here on the farm.
The other morning when I stepped out the door into the fog, the very first sound I heard were the birds singing. My battered and slightly bruised, during that cold long winter soul, grabbed hold of that sound and started humming right along with it. Then, far off in the distance, the sound of the Spring Peepers echoed through the fog and landed right on my doorstep. For those who do not know what Spring Peepers are, they are frogs that emerge first thing in the spring and sing loudly and with orchestral quality, non-stop. Oh, I love to hear them. If this had not been enough delectable stimulating for my senses, suddenly there was another sound coming from far off in the distance that was sure to push me over into complete oblivion.
Through the fog and with the air thick and still, and with only the sounds of those birds singing and those Spring Peepers entertaining, the most joyful sound came pushing its way through. That long lonesome sound of a train whistle, pushing and stirring the still air, and stirring my heart.
Standing there taking in, and then storing those sounds yet another sound found its way through the fog. The sound of a bawling calf then muffled the other sounds and beckoned me back to work.
Calving is finished. Let me rephrase that, calving is finished, except for a few stragglers which will be along later. This is good news for me. It gives me time, free time. To linger, a bit longer with a cup of coffee in the morning without having to run and check as the sun comes up. To play with those cute little calves, and try to get photos. If I am very lucky, I may even get to wander in the woods that I have been missing. Free time, oh, I love the sound of that.
So, if you do not see me here, and are left wondering where I am for the next little bit, know I am well. This whole short free time thing, I have decided needs to be savoured and not wasted. You may see a girl standing smack dab in the middle of a group of cows with their calves, trying to convince them to stand still. She may be seen sharing hats or only basking in those sunny warm days. She may even react to that call of the train whistle.
Do not worry about her. She will return soon enough with stories of adventures, or just her plain old thoughts. So be safe everyone. See you all soon. Free time here I come. Oh, the possibilities are endless.