The Hue of Ordinary Days —- Tuesday, January 11, 2022

We celebrated our daughter, Kimberly’s 48th birthday

We had our long, long lane to the house graveled

I worked on sorting the woodpile

Larry took the girls for a walk

Each day, a wee bit of magic filling and shimmering in the air,

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Once Upon a Time …

… in a corn far, far away.  A farmer was trying to get all of his corn picked.  Every day he greased up his combine, poured fuel into the combine, and drove it way, way out into the corn field.

Up and down the rows went the farmer, filling his big red-orange truck with golden seeds of corn.

Gradually, as the harvest kept on the farmer grew very tired — fill the hoper of the combine, then dump into the truck, when the truck was full he then would drive it to the elevator and wait his turn to dump his truck so he could start over.

The day came (when after sitting at the elevator since 6 o’clock in the morning–until 9:30 a.m. when he was able to finally dump and get back home)  he became overly tired.

But wait…..

What is this?!?!?

A little fairy princess appeared at his side, with a touch of her magic wand the corn flew into the hoper and the big truck filled up as if by magic. 

But the fairy dust didn’t stop there…when the farmer took the big truck to the elevator he was able to be back in the field in an hour.

Who says there isn’t magic in the world anymore?

This farmer knows different.

Linda