Just how many people have hundreds of strangers share their 17th Wedding Anniversary ? We did…yesterday was Farm Tour Saturday and our special day. As the sun set on Friday night the list of “must dos” and “can’t forgets” grew so long that we started a “no time to do” and a “no time to remember” list that got even longer. Finally the rain had stopped falling, the drains had stopped backing up and the heavy black clouds had given way to a clear blue sky. The grass has been growing as we watch…..the weeds had been growing faster than the grass, the puddles had spread and the mud was everywhere. Gentle Giant Meadows Ranch was a venue for the Farm Tour, we were on the map….too late to cancel….too late to order “wellies” (rubber boots) or water wings and way too late to give up. We didn’t !!!! …..and we had an amazing day sharing our world and our Wedding Anniversary with our farm family and the many, many strangers who are now farm friends.
I’m sorry this diary is so late, over the past weeks my best friend Lynne came to visit, my twin sister Annie and her husband returned to share our ranch life for 17 days and Mom Sikora, Greg’s mom and honorary ranch cook is also here for the month. Somehow surrounded by REALLY special people made it difficult to settle in front of a keyboard…..typing the diary with my two ( not too speedy) fingers seemed to be a waste of REALLY precious time and much as I love to share our ranch life on the diary…..I REALLY needed to soak up valuable friend/family time while they were here. Thank you Lynne for your visit. I will always miss you. Somehow, when we head down to the barn on a frosty Winter morning, when the wind blows and the water tubs freeze I know that I won’t regret the path my life has taken, I won’t wish that I was In a toasty warm office with a pen in my hand and an irate lawyer on the phone. I will celebrate the peace and tranquillity of the ranch, I will remember that I’m not “on the clock” , the twelve hours spent in the sheep pen at lambing time will now be a blessing and mucking out mountains of poo will never be a curse. My life is here, Greg, our friends, (old and new) and family ( again old and new) all help to fill that life with special moments and for those moments I will be forever grateful. Annie, we have been down Memory Lane and back, we have cleaned out horses sheep cows and chickens, we have solved the issues of the world and we have happily munched on Costco muffins. Malc, my amazing brother in law, forever patiently and uncomplainingly translating American/ British instructions, (formulated in Greg’s brain but never put into writing) digging holes and filling them in and helping to deplete the Costco muffin supply…we will miss you until you come back “home”.
I will write a diary featuring the Farm Tour next time, I will thank the wonderful family friends and WWOOFERS that made it such a special day and I will relate some of the moments that made it so special.
Take care, keep safe and value your friends and family….one day it will be too late to regret lost time. M
I’m sorry this diary is so late, over the past weeks my best friend Lynne came to visit, my twin sister Annie and her husband returned to share our ranch life for 17 days and Mom Sikora, Greg’s mom and honorary ranch cook is also here for the month. Somehow surrounded by REALLY special people made it difficult to settle in front of a keyboard…..typing the diary with my two ( not too speedy) fingers seemed to be a waste of REALLY precious time and much as I love to share our ranch life on the diary…..I REALLY needed to soak up valuable friend/family time while they were here. Thank you Lynne for your visit. I will always miss you. Somehow, when we head down to the barn on a frosty Winter morning, when the wind blows and the water tubs freeze I know that I won’t regret the path my life has taken, I won’t wish that I was In a toasty warm office with a pen in my hand and an irate lawyer on the phone. I will celebrate the peace and tranquillity of the ranch, I will remember that I’m not “on the clock” , the twelve hours spent in the sheep pen at lambing time will now be a blessing and mucking out mountains of poo will never be a curse. My life is here, Greg, our friends, (old and new) and family ( again old and new) all help to fill that life with special moments and for those moments I will be forever grateful. Annie, we have been down Memory Lane and back, we have cleaned out horses sheep cows and chickens, we have solved the issues of the world and we have happily munched on Costco muffins. Malc, my amazing brother in law, forever patiently and uncomplainingly translating American/ British instructions, (formulated in Greg’s brain but never put into writing) digging holes and filling them in and helping to deplete the Costco muffin supply…we will miss you until you come back “home”.
I will write a diary featuring the Farm Tour next time, I will thank the wonderful family friends and WWOOFERS that made it such a special day and I will relate some of the moments that made it so special.
Take care, keep safe and value your friends and family….one day it will be too late to regret lost time. M
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