There was a time when I felt that it was important to have every hair in place...when smudged mascara and an imperfect appearance weren't tolerable, there was a time that I clocked into an office for a day working in a clean, temperature controlled environment. There was a time that I felt that I had a job that might make a difference. Today, as I wandered unsteadily through the sodden barnyard, hair blowing in the wind and boots squelching in the mud, I smiled and clutched Hunter, the young Jersey calf's bottle a little tighter. It doesn't really matter if my hair is out of place, it doesn't matter at all if my makeup is smudged. It doesn't matter if I have a 16 hour day and I don't have a lunch break and I don't get a pay check (cheque)......I love what I do, I love who I do it with and right now, as yet another BIG storm is bearing down on the Pacific North West, I know that we are a great team and whatever Nature has in store for us tomorrow, we will meet it together. Take care friends on the Peninsula, whatever happens we know we support each other through the good and the bad. I guess my message in this diary entry is ....I believe that I have found what is really important in life. Take care, keep safe, M
The sodden boughs of the giant cedar trees swayed in the winds driven by storms which have origins far away in the Pacific Ocean. The branches of the red gold and bronze Maple trees shed their leaves like multi colored (coloured for my English readers) confetti into the deepening puddles and running rivulets that were once our farm road. Cooper the ageing bay gelding turned his tail into the wind, Chelsey, the old grey mare had clearly found a muddy puddle (or three) to blend into and Moon and Mariah both elderly matriarchs stood motionless in the gusty wind and torrential rain. The run off from the recently tranquil farm pond is a white water gush through the culvert in the pasture and flocks of squawking crows take shelter from the storm in the dense foliage of the cedar copses.
There was a time when I felt that it was important to have every hair in place...when smudged mascara and an imperfect appearance weren't tolerable, there was a time that I clocked into an office for a day working in a clean, temperature controlled environment. There was a time that I felt that I had a job that might make a difference. Today, as I wandered unsteadily through the sodden barnyard, hair blowing in the wind and boots squelching in the mud, I smiled and clutched Hunter, the young Jersey calf's bottle a little tighter. It doesn't really matter if my hair is out of place, it doesn't matter at all if my makeup is smudged. It doesn't matter if I have a 16 hour day and I don't have a lunch break and I don't get a pay check (cheque)......I love what I do, I love who I do it with and right now, as yet another BIG storm is bearing down on the Pacific North West, I know that we are a great team and whatever Nature has in store for us tomorrow, we will meet it together. Take care friends on the Peninsula, whatever happens we know we support each other through the good and the bad. I guess my message in this diary entry is ....I believe that I have found what is really important in life. Take care, keep safe, M
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