a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label dark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark. Show all posts

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Colors of Night

Colors of night
wild and free
unseen voices
serenade me

Fear not the dark
listen to songs
and flights
with romantic tones

Bats wing unseen
almost silently fly
while frog and crickets sing
fireflies blink amorous sighs

Deep in the dark
predators roam
who feed on the songsters
no right or wrong

Day breaks
night beauty fades
with the sun's light
dark feast degrades

Rest for the return of the night.


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

A Farmer's Life

Some time, no matter how hard you try, work lasts until after dark.  You keep working and what you get done tonight will give you a head start on tomorrow.

The conditions are dry.  The cattle's pasture is thinning so we are  preparing to move them to greener pastures.  A job that began Saturday has continued into this night.  Tomorrow, if the Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise, we will be opening the gates to cattle paradise, lush, tender, delectable grazing.

Will Rogers said, Behind every successful farmer there is a wife who works in town.  We both work so we do our farm improvements when we find the opportunity.  Tonight we tried to finish but it was not meant to be.
Even with the tractor and mule lights,
we knew we would not finish this night.

You have to love farming.  It is not a easy task  Work is done, no matter the weather and animals need care every day, not just when you feel like it. The love of farming has to course through your veins or you will not succeed.

I tried to help as much as I could taking pictures but that wasn't enough.  I was the gofer...you know, go for this, go for that, hammer a few steeples, hold a wire.   I do that well although I did not find the wire cutters in the dark, that will have to wait for daylight.

So tomorrow we will continue after our paying jobs are done for the day.  Our love of farming, our sense of accomplishment, our love of the animals will over come the tiredness and we will finish.

Friday, April 2, 2010

It Was A Dark, Warm Night...

as I stalked the trespassers.  Dressed in my pjs and knee high rubber boots, I quietly crept to the pond.  My ancestors, in the form of floating orbs, were with me the whole time.
The dogs were sniffing for smells that did not belong.  I had a plan, I had a camera, I was gathering evidence.
The pond greeted me with silence.  I saw no one but I would not believe my eyes, I kept searching.  By golly, I was there to take names.
I found this.
Looks like a sneak in and fish gate to me!
I will endeavor to persevere.
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