Stepping into the barn to feed my calves and this is what I found!
The farmer said, “There are baby ducks on the pond, with their mother.” So I went to see what I could see, grabbing the DSLR from it’s dusty shelf.
The ducklings and mama hurriedly raced through the water and ducked behind the island for safety, and out of view. I waited, but they stayed. I turned and walked up a bit, to see if I could take in the barn with the tree in the foreground, when suddenly …
“Mom? Is that you? What are you doing up here? You’re not supposed to be here!” said Eliza. She steps closer…
She stared at my as if to let me know it was not my place to be there, but hers. So I started down the hill. Satisfied, she walked away…
There is something special about Eliza. She and Sofia ate peaches last summer, and there’s just something peaceful about both of them. Creatures from God, with life lessons for us.
Let’s not forget the promise of tomorrow…
Random thoughts occur each day. Every day I speak to my mind, “this is good book material,” and the rest of the day goes by, uneventfully, when it comes to the written word.
I said today, to The Farmer, “I think I’ll write a story and add to the Indian Joe legend.” The Farmer, who listened to my rather profound thought, stated, “well, I do that!”
So, I erase Indian Joe, and tell you the stories of The Farmer, who says many wise things.
The inspirational story of today comes during 90 degree heat (accompanied by humidity).
The Farmer, coming in from the field, rinses his arms with water to wash away the chaff and grass from his suntanned arms. Mindfully, he soaks his wrists beneath the cool running faucet water, cooling his body temperature, because this is where the blood is closest to the skins surface.”
(Please note, Indian Joe would use the stream.)
But The Farmer is here today, while Indian Joe is off in the woods, so The Farmer gets all the credit! 🐃🐄🐖🐓