Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Fog Light




Up way before the light today, disturbing dreams of animals that need care, and dogs gone by, calling out for me to save them. It was so real and then to wake and find that Two Bears does not need to be fed, hasn't in twenty years or more, and never will again. A grand dog of history but gone, long, long gone.....

Two Bears, taken in Colorado, many moons ago

Nick though, Nick is glad of my early morning and his hours-before-normal breakfast time. Glad too that Liz picked up some samples of fancy dog food at TS the other day and he can have a taste...and a spoon of last night's meat loaf gravy....nom, nom, nom.....

Rooster crows at 5:06. Indigo bunting tunes up at 5:32 and does not stop. At all. I want some of what he's drinking. I could use that much energy.

Fog is soggy grey right now, drooping and dingy like it needs to be bleached and hung on the line in the sun. S'okay, when the sun gets around to getting up it will light up like a pearl and glow with silver warm light. The fog muffles the sounds of trains and traffic and makes them seem mysterious and cool....rather than just noisy and annoying....

No cows; couldn't milk if I wanted to. The fog shelters them from prying eyes, sleepy out there somewhere on the hill. They will not come down any more without being pursued, not even for their tasty tithe of morning grain and the water in the big blue tub. They are not liking the mud that ALL THIS DARNED RAIN has made. It hurts their poor feet. Old Mandy cow is being kept in the temporarily vacant heifer pen so she doesn't have to make the trudge to pasture. She does not much appreciate the gesture and leans her long, black, self over the high, red gate, calling sadly and sticks her nose in the window at me....OVER the plywood that keeps heifers from ripping out the window. She is one tall cow I'll tell you!

This much water from ONE rain....there have been many others


We put the two young jerseys out with the cows a couple of weeks ago. What a pair of sixes! They travel together as if yoked like oxen, brown on brown, and always in trouble. Quick to it too; they can dart in the barn door and run around like dervish fools in less time than it takes old folks to hurry to close the door.

We are the walking wounded here, alas. After all summer of being the broken-footed, useless gimp, I am surrounded by folks in worse shape than I am. Becky is laid low by a vicious summer cold, that is dripping and gripping its way through the house. Liz sprained her ankle while feeding her horse and is having a miserable time milk inspecting, working here and trying to get ready for the fairs. Alan went out to change a tire yesterday and put his hand in a wasp nest...just as he was finishing up. His ear was stung eight times and his wrist three. Oh, my the swelling... Yow!

How I hate those nasty mixed vespids. Sting first and ask questions later. And they build their nests in the damnedest places and defend them to the death...no matter whose.

Well, as we listen to the sucking sound of our economy going down the drain, I leave you with good wishes for the day. Enjoy the indigo buntings and good dogs in your world, while the great ones in Rome fiddle to the tune of the flashing flames.






15 comments:

Floridacracker said...

Ouch. I'm loving the word pictures of early morning birds and great dogs, but sorryin about your family aches and pains right now.
I hope all mend quick as possible.

I have a great dog at my feet right now.

joated said...

Nice words and photos. And while I extend my sympathy to the woalking wounded of Northview, I am greatful for your listing of the injuries and injured. Misery loves company and all that. (MRI Wednesday morning!)

Jinglebob said...

Prayers for you all to heal fast!

NumberWise said...

Wonderful, lyrical post. You capture so well the realities that are life itself - the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the past and the hopes for the future, the mundane and the inspirational.

Earl said...

Nice thing about the quiet morning, just you your memories and the Lord's paintbrush. Nice that healing takes a bit, slows us down for the life we should be living..

Says the old guy about to take off jogging down the road... taking my heart and your pictures with me.

Jan said...

I got an email that said that the tomato hornworm was a great host for wasp larvae to feed on. Sorry, but after just one sting I can't consider the wasp to be something I want to encourage in my environment.

Dani said...

I hope you and the family get to feelin' better real soon! ((hugs))

Terry and Linda said...

This economy has be afeared, very very afraid...terrified.

Linda
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Linda said...

Its scary times......hope it gets better for you all. Here we have a house wren that never rests.....and I envy HIS energy.

threecollie said...

FCm thanks, nothing like a great dog at your feet to make everything all right

Joated, thanks...I am pretty sure you are a lot worse off than we are. so sorry about that knee!

JB, thanks, everyone getting better pretty quickly, although I worry about future stings. Sure is the season for wasps

NW, thank you! I don't know what else to say,..you are so kind to me.

Earl, the Lord has been plumb generous this week in the incredible beauty department...and I am glad that a certain guy's heart only stopped in the eyes of one device....

Jan, lol, I think the parasitic ones are pretty small and benign. Unlike the blasted yellow jackets which are downright savage!

Dani, thank you! Everyone seems to be improving and I am almost doing a happy dance. For the first time since the middle of May I can walk without a limp. It is so nice!

Linda, if we could only give everybody in Washington the rest of the year off...let them go campaign or something. At least they would do no further harm

Linda, most of the birds have gone silent, but that little bunting goes all day long, dawn to dark.

Cathy said...

Marianne. Good woman. Poet.
I read this aloud to Keith.
Your writing is such a joy to experience, to follow along, gladly - even when it brings tears.

Really. This paragraph just floored me. I know that fog of which you speak, but can only dream of offering it up to our senses as you did so charmingly.

" Fog is soggy grey right now, drooping and dingy like it needs to be bleached and hung on the line in the sun. S'okay, when the sun gets around to getting up it will light up like a pearl and glow with silver warm light. The fog muffles the sounds of trains and traffic and makes them seem mysterious and cool....rather than just noisy and annoying...."

Cathy said...

Good grief. I was so carried away by your prose that i failed to register my concern about the family's travails. Sure hope you're all recovering.

I can really sympathize right now. Fell down a few steep hard steps on Sunday. Gotta tell you though - i'm almost giddy with relief. Nothing broke! Just massive bruise and skinned elbow.

Whew.

threecollie said...

Cathy, your kind words always brighten my day. I love words...and they are just there waiting to be said. It is good to have people who listen and react. We are all improving, some quicker than others. Bee swelling gone, cold tapering off, ankle pretty much better....

Cathy said...

That's what Michelangelo said about a piece of marble . . that the statue was there and simply needed to be revealed by the sculptor.

However . . . there aren't that many Michelangelo's or wonderful wordsmiths which is why a great work of art or a lovely turn of phrase - is such a joyful encounter.

threecollie said...

Cathy, wow, thank you.