“Morning Has Broken” (Thank you—Cat Stevens)
I love the mornings, when there’s no rushing, and it’s quiet. Being a private part of a new day’s start. Watching everything stretch and rub its eyes.
Even when I was little, I remember getting up before the rest of the family on weekends. It was my private time with the world. Just natural noises before the human world got going and made the quiet noises harder to hear.
The birds and animals, of course, but the sounds of the trees waking, or even the boards creaking on the side of the house or barn when the light first comes up.
I love that time.
I’ve always been a morning person. I irritate a great number of people being a gregarious, energized morning person.
I generate a lot of haggard, side-long glares………………………I ignore them.
Tra. La.
Right now everybody’s still asleep.
I have the computer on mute. I can’t even warm up some of yesterday’s tea because the microwave would bing. But that even makes this capsule of time more fun. It’s that invisible time, before the day gets started.
**********I’ve already altered today’s plans.**********
My younger daughter, accompanied by her accoutrement of her Fjord Horse/harness/sulky/truck/& trailer, were scheduled to go on a Hunter Pace today.
The truck & trailer are hooked up and pointing out the drive. Sonja is groomed in readiness.
I could be whipping everyone into readiness right now……………..so we can head-on-down-the-road for a day of equine fun………………….
But, I have this gut-feeling that I need to stay home.
**********Gut-feelings………………..now that’s a good topic.**********
Sometimes, nothing comes to fruition.
But more times than not, if you don’t listen to them, there is that inevitable moment when you hear your inner thoughts or loud/vocal laments saying…………………..why didn’t I listen???!!!
Reasons I need to remain home today and NOT whip everyone awake:…………………..
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#1. They are all comfortably sleeping on a cold morning.
#2. Fecund/frolicking Irish Wolfhounds need to be monitored 24/7.
#3. A new partnership inside a wobbly fence could erupt into equine two-ton-love at any second with one half of that equation (one ton) not knowing what he’s doing………………..and the potential resulting damage to horse/structures/& or humans.
#4. Handicapped baby goat in a RubberMaid in the den. (In and of itself, it is a sad but not difficult scenario to handle…………….unless vigilance is exerted and the never-hungry pack of Wolfhounds decide to make a smorgasbord of her, if appropriate gates are not kept shut and a watching eye is not kept on them.
#5. My older daughter’s horse is lame. It’s very cold. She wants to get a load off and lay down quite a bit (too much). So I’m riccocheting between worrying about the cause of her lameness, if she’s developing a temperature & potential founder or developing hypothermia.
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#6. Oh, look.
The sun just came up enough that it is shining through the leaves of a red maple. Bright dew, dark wet trunk, red leaves. (See, my private time with the world.)
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But back to my decision about taking off for the Hunter Pace……………………..I really want to go………………………….there’s the potential of winning belt buckles. And in rural life, for some reason, belt buckles are the bee’s-knees.
……………………….but………………………….
When you actually put everything in writing in black & white in front of you…………………
What was I thinking!?!
There’s no way I have any business leaving this farm and driving almost two hours away!
I should never leave this farm ever again!
It would be too much to ask of my genial husband to watch over these potential catastrophes that are waiting to happen.
Sigh…………………
I don’t like being a grown-up sometimes.
