I have to laugh.
Why? I follow other farm bloggers and poets; about 60 of them.
I am awash with great writings during my morning coffee, enjoying the journey other writers share in this quest called “life.”
Yesterday was equally interesting/funny. I came across a blog providing encouragement for farmers. Indeed, while I’d never thought of writing that blog, it is indeed an important one.
Why’d I laugh?
Well, yesterday on the farm (as I was here alone tending to all the chores), I broke the lawn mower. And, that is NOT a cheap lawn mower to break. Granted, I could have used the big brush hog on the tractor to mow the whole lower pasture to remove the buttercup flower blooms that my horses react negatively to. And yes, I should have not taken the mower to the back pastures deep in the woods along our stream to wack down bigger ‘stuff.’ Truly, hitting that tree trunk so hard with the mower blade that it shut the whole machine down, was not a good idea. So yes, MOWER NOW DEAD. Which is a daunting problem in lieu of the rest of the farm that needs mowing.
On my way back up the farm road to the homestead I see our great pyrenees in the duck pen with the baby ducks. Our great pyrenees is still a baby (not that I am justifying her actions). I find four dead ducklings all around her. No, she didn’t eat them or attack them. She was playing with them thinking them her little friends and jumped on them and squished them with her massive weight. So now I only have eight little ducklings left. I stood there wondering…how do you explain to a big lovey dog who just wants to play with her little livestock friends, that she weighs about 100 pounds? Perplexing.
In frustration I head to the house for breakfast. No farmer likes to lose livestock. None. And, any farmer is pretty darned ticked when it’s from the dog that is supposed to protect the little critters.
Later in the day, the two labs are missing. Where’d they go I wonder? They can’t go far as we have an invisible fence around the whole property. Low and behold they are in the barn happy and hyper. They have proceeded to terrify the meat rabbits and steal all their water bottles, and I mean all of them. I find them tossed about in the barn with teeth marks in them all, rendering them non-functional for water holding anymore. Now of course, that is their only purpose, leaving my rabbits water jug-less. The frustration is building….I can tell you this much.
Alas, I try and calm myself and not kill my dogs. I decide to give myself some ‘me’ time and head into my garden to weed. I thought this would be a peaceful break from the dogs and livestock. I run an apiary and love bees; absolutely love them. I am on the ground sitting comfortably weeding and something is on my neck. I swap at it thinking it is a little red ant that bites. Big sting. Like welted big sting. Down falls a bee onto my lap. In all my years of being a bee keeper I’ve never been stung that I can remember. And today, sitting in my garden minding my own business, a bee visits and I swat it enough to send all it had in a wicked bite to my neck.
It was at this moment I decided to call it a day. I went in the house, cracked open a bottle of wine, poured myself not one, but two glasses, and went out on the porch. The dogs were all there wanting love. I sent them a way. This wine moment was going to be my own!
It was then that I reflected back on that blog I had read first thing in the morning expressing encouragement to farmers. It was then, after a long day of failures, that I laughed. I kept laughing too.
This is why I love farming. Nothing ever goes perfectly right. Farming is like life. Every day has adventures and failures, hard effort lost in a failed design or dying critter, and hard effort won with the saving of a lamb and entirely new landscapes you create from scratch. Farming is done by hand….not a computer, not a maid, not a butler, not an accountant, lawyer, politician – it is done by my hands and those of my husband. It is greatly assisted by our kids and grandkids when they visit.
Farming fills the heart and soul and farming breaks the heart and soul, on occasion. But, the bottom line is that farming keeps us going and makes us feel alive. I had two glasses of wine on that porch and looked out over all that my husband and I work every day about 8 – 10 hours doing, and laughed. Thank you fellow blogger, I thought; and, gave her a toast right there and then.
Happy farming fellow farm/homesteading friends…and may God Bless your efforts! ~ L. Davis