In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
Elinor Morton Wylie
“Mom is going to kill us.” That line sticks in my mind and brings a huge smile this morning. I look out into our early morning view and my mind starts to process the past week, where lots of things have happened and been discussed, or overheard in conversations.
The moonlight bounces off the white barn roof while the rest of our world remains absorbed in a low-lying white mist of fog. It is still dark out, and I wonder why I am up so darn early on a Sunday morning. The view is worth it.
The ground will be wet with heavy dew this morning after the fog burns off, and just like every morning for the last two weeks. Any thoughts of being able to cut a second crop of hay and have it dry are now gone. Most people we know are either chopping and feeding, or cutting and bagging the second cut hay that finally grew after the rains. It is official; people are scrambling to find enough hay for their animals.
I met a man this week who told me that he paid $3000 for a tractor trailer load of square bales of hay that came all the way from Quebec. He hoped it would get him through the winter. That scares me, as we will not be doing that, so decisions will have to be made for sure. Yes, decisions that no one likes to make, because we are not alone in this.
A trip down memory lane for me brought some tears, laughter and a bit of worry and concern for the future. A beautiful old mill with its dam that stands in the little village where I grew up, has always flowed with water but is now dry. This sight shocked me when I drove up.
I remembered swimming there as a kid with my best friend since we were five years old BA, who sadly passed away this year, and my Mom who has also passed away. It was indeed the hub of entertainment and activity when we were kids but now completely changed. Many years ago siblings and friends all together in that little spot, laughed and splashed. It still holds great memories. Now there is very little water running over the dam, and I actually walked out and stood under the bridge. I have to say it was a beautiful view. The rocks and flat limestone that had been once hidden and enjoyed under fast flowing water by many children over the years was now exposed for all to see. This had such beauty but mixed with so much uncertainty attached. Life is like that.
“Mom is going to kill us.” Yes, this line has me laugh out loud, as I think about the small boy who shouted it out at an auction. His Dad loaded a van with all the pieces of a full- size airplane. The little boy was so excited. The crowd who stood around were just as excited.
“That is every boys' dream,” I said to his Dad.
“Yes, we will park it beside the fire truck on the lawn.”
Yes, indeed that is one lucky little boy. I honestly, would have liked to be “A fly on the wall” as my grandma used to say when his Mom saw the wing of the plane stuck out the back of the open van rear doors.
My thoughts of an upcoming trip to beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia has me up this early. My thoughts are indeed scrambling, while I try to process all that is, and all that is yet to come. I smile. Life is like that.