Ebb and Flow of Farm Life

The ebb and flow, the life and death, the frequency changes and seasons all so crisply clear when one lives on a farm.

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The ducklings do not fail to bring smiles.  Frolicking in their playpen in a casserole dish turned pond.

The farm dog lays under freshly mounded soil by the empty bee hive.  Bumble passed away in the night.  The quiet house without his tick-tick-ticking and the sight of him this morning haunts me still.  Dumping the pile of dead bees in the compost.  A weight pulls my heart.  The dead chicken with suspicious slobber on her feathers.  Death is real and constant.

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The monastery of frogs chant from the pond beneath the full moon.  The baby red winged black birds chirp madly in the greenhouse.  The kittens play.  The seedlings stretch to the sky, the sun on their limbs.  The breeze brings on it blossoms from trees and the scent of dampened soil.  Elsa’s side grows.  Twelve more days until she kids.  Bundles of fluff, lambs who think they are dogs, greet me with kisses and lean against my legs.

Relationships start.  Unexpected, journeys change.  Paths bring second thoughts, perhaps regrets.  Marriages strengthen.  Friends offer embraces.  Words of wisdom and love over the telephone far away.

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The Creator waits for our prayers of thanksgiving as we busy ourselves with endless internal chatter.

Wading through and finding peace in the respectfulness of death, the joy of birth and spring, and my spirit shall join the frogs in their meditation of all that is.  Take a breath.

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Spring is here and the journey continues.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. juliepullum says:

    So sorry to hear your sad news about Bumble, as you say, take a breath

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Oh Bumbie! 😦 It is okay though. He was old and his legs were giving out and we knew it was only a matter of time. Your letter is on route!

  2. bluestempond says:

    I loved the “monastery of frogs”.

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Thank you! They sound so monotonous and holy over there in their pond. If you walk over to the pond, they disappear and go completely silent as if they didn’t exist at all. They mesmerize me!

  3. debweeks says:

    I’m so sorry to hear that Bumble passed away. I’m happy we had the chance to meet him.

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Poor Bumbie. Never met a sweeter dog!

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