Where you are is of no moment, but what you are doing there.
It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place;
and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
A few weeks ago all our cows wandered into the barnyard. They watched me through the window as I watched them. They were curious as to what My Hero was doing. I always wonder about the constant bang and clang of pounding metal myself. There are always a lot of activities going on in the barnyard. That afternoon he was welding another gate.
As expected the snow fell last night as we slept. First thing this morning I walked to the window to see a beautiful white wonderland. Just like when I was a kid my heart started to dance. The barn roof looked like a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream. Well, I was hungry so that is what I imagined. Even in the semi-darkness, she showed her brilliance. It was a new start for our world now covered completely in a base coat of white.
We did know its visit was imminent, after all, our neighbours to the west were battling its arrival on the roads. Before it came, some preparations needed to be completed around the farm. Most importantly, those cows needed to head to their winter retreat. They do enjoy hanging out around the house to watch us. They also like to be near the road to entertain those who pass by. The time had come.
They followed My Hero back yesterday afternoon. Without hesitation and just like “The Piped Piper” he led and they followed him knowing the destination was where they needed to be. Back to their place, where they can relax among the trees and not worry about the noise of traffic or the cold biting winds from the north. A place where their hay is delivered daily and bedding will make a comfy spot to wait out any storm that comes. For four months this will be their home.
In the spring when the green grass pops through and the whiteness has disappeared they will emerge. Once again, they will entertain the neighbours and the traffic that comes to see what they have been up to all winter.