I love old clocks. I love that there are no obnoxious light up, LED, plugged in clocks messing with my natural rhythms and using up electricity. Old clocks have a steady pulse to them, a heartbeat, an ongoing dance of time so long as you remember to wind them.
I have always loved clocks. I always wanted a cuckoo clock. We stayed with a couple in Kansas one weekend whose home was filled with old clocks. I loved the top of the hour when they all sang and then returned to gentle ticking, methodical and calming.
Kat’s father repaired and collected clocks. Rod’s home is filled with them. I am the grateful owner of three of them. Kat gave me a cuckoo clock for my birthday many years ago and I still adore it.
The grandfather clock came from their son, Rodney’s home, I only needed to get it repaired, which I with great joy. It has a lunar face set to the new and full moon cycles, effectively telling me when to make my medicines and when they are complete.
This old wind up alarm clock is quirky, loud, and fun. It pleases me. We never have the alarm on!
Even though farm time goes more with the seasons and natural progressions of the day, if I do want to know what time it is, all I have to do is listen and the clocks will tell me. All in good time.