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farmer sunrise

Being tired appears to be a catalyst for reflection.

Recently my sister said, “I hope you can sleep in on Saturday.  Catch up on your rest.”  Sleep in? Not.  I am a farmer.  I have an internal alarm clock.  It goes off each and every day before daybreak.

If I sleep in, in theory only – because I cannot (will not?) do it, a couple of orphaned young goats receive late bottles, the goats do not get their hay, I milk the does late (which can set their internal clocks – actually hormones – into an irreversable mode of “okay, time to shut the milk down”).  I don’t get the milk filtered, frozen, or thawed.  I don’t get the soap and lotion made.   Not to mention the crazy cat – whom was also a bottle fed orphan – that now has to be fed (all in the same morning) canned food, then dry, then water…or else.  The day is rushed into a mode that I do not want to be in.  

Lately we have worked extra hours at the soon to-be new farm.  Being a small person in stature, I am lifting beyond the normal bales of hay.  Moving concrete blocks, helping to dig holes, hauling wood, you name it.  Then there is the frozen water bucket situation, oh yes, always a winter joy with farm animals.  I am tired.  We are tired.  We have help, but there are some things a couple simply does on their own.

We are happy.  Why? We GET to work each day.  We wake up and are granted one more day to serve the animals, make nurturing soaps and lotions, and are given the gift to work the small farm and our independant businesses.  

What more can a human ask for? Not much!

Morning is when the wick is lit.  A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before. – Jeb Dickerson

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