Blackberry winter has come and gone, again, and summer is creeping, creeping, creeping closer and recent days have been spent on the tractor or lawnmower. Next to the house, there’s a pasture that grows a mighty fine crop of thistles and it’s my life’s ambition to keep them cut. Um, did I mention the hill is steep? Yeah. To the men who were on tractors when they were nine, it’s no big deal but to me it’s gasp and prayer inducing. I got stuck on a left hand turn, going down hill when courage failed me and I got stuck. The hill was too steep to back up, even with four wheel drive engaged so, with one foot on the clutch, one foot on the brake I stopped and prayed. Hands lifted to sky and with a loud voice (in case God couldn’t hear over the tractor roar) I prayed for help and spoke Bible verses and words of encouragement to myself.
Finally, I was able to creep, creep, creep down the hill all the while turning to the left so I could continue cutting more thistles. After doing all I could on flat-ish ground, the tractor was put away and the stirrup hoe put into use. It’s a good rhythm, swinging the stirrup hoe, back and forth, back and forth knowing I’m doing something useful and worthwhile to help the land. For the most part it’s quiet work and I’m able to hear animals, insects, wind. On that particular day, during one swing, I heard a skhhhh, skhhhh, skhhhh and looked around but didn’t see anything so started swinging the hoe. Once again, I heard skhhhh, skhhhh, skhhhh and cast my gaze eight feet away and saw…
who was very polite and asked, nicely, for me to go away. Of course, I did; I apologized for invading his space, turned and walked away as did he.
A few swings later, I took a break to clean the water trough of algae
and when I turned around, this is what I saw
my Curly horses coming to see what’s happening. L to R you see Dani Girl, Lightly and IzzaBella.
Almost forgot…blackberry winter is either side of May 10 when the weather goes from hot to cold to warm rather like Indian Summer only in reverse. Apple trees have bloomed and blackberries are usually in bloom during Blackberry Winter and there’s generally a frost. This May was no exception.
Life on the farm is spent in solitude; it’s a good thing I like my own company, eh? (lol) but as everyone knows, what we say to ourselves is important. Very important. I know a lot of people who are negative, the glass is empty (not even half empty) and they aren’t happy unless they’re making someone else unhappy. Bless God, He gave me the happy gene and, like Agatha Christie, “I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” Yes! To keep my enthusiasm high, my outlook positive I put the above poster in my living room where I see it daily. It’s important what I tell myself, what we tell ourselves, and I’ve
spent wasted too much time, too many years with negative talk, negative emotions. If I could tell you anything that’s of any importance (other than the story of Jesus), it’s to be very careful what you tell yourself. We’re not stupid but sometimes we do stupid things. We’re not lazy but we all need times of rest and relaxation. We’re not mean but sometimes we slip and do or say mean things but, overall, tell yourself good things…and then believe them!
As to the poster, the middle says “Just Be Awesome” and that helps keep me grounded. The Bible says God is awesome so I’m particular how I use that word so having that statement in the middle of my positive self talk poster reminds me Whose I am. The rest of it reminds me to keep my focus…and, mostly, I do.
J. R. R. Tolkien wrote,
and I believe it with everything that is in me. Whoever said life isn’t a dress rehearsal was wrong. Life is a dress rehearsal and I’m trying, mightily, to live a life that’s pleasing to God and that includes living with a grateful heart.
I keep little posters all around me and the one in the first photo is going to you, should you win. Leave a comment, let me know what you think Tolkien meant. Next Monday, around 5 p.m., someone’s name will be pulled out of a hat and you’ll join me…strangers in an alien land, for too short a time.
For now, I need to close so I can finish watching Young @ Heart; if you’ve not seen it, hasten to the dollar store and buy it for less than four bucks; it’ll do your heart good!
Blessings ~ Young @ Heart ~ skunks ~ American Curly horses ~ Tolkien ~ wandering…but not lost ~