The geese are here…winging their way back to us! Their shouted hellos add to the cacophony of the combine and the rumble of the grain truck
I am actually comforted by all the activity, although (at different points) I find I hold my breath trying to hear the geese through the noise. When I do so; I also feel the pounding of my heart.
Listening, listening, for that odd sound, which means something isn’t right. Then there it is— a mess of a tire.
It slows harvest down. A small diversion
A quick ride into farm yard— get a tire and back out we all go. Boomer included.
Then everything is good to go again.
I sometimes think young people believe {we} old folks are a separate form of life.
That’s alright, someday they will be old and will understand…just going about every day’s business —together—is the sunbeam of growing old.
As for myself, I couldn’t ask for more.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Another beauty. You’re observations are so valuable to me. I have had a habit for years…whenever I see older people on the street, I try to imagine the child that they were still in them. And I can usually find him or her. Then all the signs of age fade away, and I see a person. Just a person, living her life. We are all in the same rapid moving river, just some further downstream. It’s all good. You might be older. But you are wiser too. And your inner child is clearly alive and well.
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I too try to see the youth in those I pass. So often I can…sometimes I see grief and sadness and how it’s beaten them down. Then my heart aches for them.
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It’s so obvious that you love what you do, how you do it, and the guy and the doggie who do it all with you!
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I have a blessed life!
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♡
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Beautifully written, Linda. I hope there are no more tire problems or other interruptions to the harvest.
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Me too, but it always seems to have a few cliches.
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I could almost hear the farm sounds you described.
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Someday maybe you can come out and stand in the drying corn field with me and hear the wind rippling through the leaves.
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I don’t suppose there is a right time for a tire to blow – it always seems to go at the most inconvenient time doesn’t it?
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These old tire was so weather-checked it actually rolled UP on itself! Geez!
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Oh my, that is one de-stroyed tire! Glad it was relatively small, you’d need a crane to change one of the big ones!
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You are so right! We had one of the big ones go flat one year and it took the tractor with the bucket and loader to change it.
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Poor youth, it doesn’t believe that old age and hard work will ever happen to it! Life soon teaches a different lesson. I have a few regrets about things I’m no longer able to do, but overall, I’m happy to be cruising contentedly towards old age. I’ve seen and done so many things!
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And we take with us so many things…those cultures that say the elderly are wise understand.
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What we lose in vitality, we gain in experience and hindsight.
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Yes!
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glad it was an easy fix this time.
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ME TOO!
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Smiles! Lovely post.
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I love the sound of geese…they’re starting to wing their way south from here too. Sorry for the breakdown, sure not welcome during harvest.
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They make my winters bearable. I love hearing and seeing them!
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We haven’t seen as many geese coming through this year. I miss them. It’s always something to slow you down on a farm. At least you had something to replace it with.
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I saw a huge skein of SandHill Cranes…they are back again also! YAY!
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We are having a warm spell so some of the Geese and Cranes are sticking around. I know what you mean about old folks:)
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Sometimes I feel like they think we are nothing but shadows in the room.
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I love that .. The sunbeam of growing old! I see things differently too now 😉
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It is the blessing…of growing old, I do believe.
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The first two pictures of this post are some of my favorites. I love them. And a thought on youth, I think they long for a relationship with “old” people. Sometimes it’s the older ones who don’t reach out. I don’t mean you– It’s just something I’ve noticed and have discussed with my kids. 😊
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I think you are right…sometimes old people don’t reach out!
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My girls have both had jobs working with the public-they have both said that the senior citizens were the very meanest and the hardest to work with. Very sad.
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GOSH! That is terrible! I hope I’m never considered mean and hard to work with. Shudder!
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I don’t think you will be! It’s something to think about though.
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You are right!
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