Thanks BLK. Sometimes, very rarely, I wish I did something else for a living. Like when I have livestock stolen, or they are caught by predators, or my 2IB and I go 6 weeks without any labour on the farm or we cannot get away for a proper holiday. Then, I read here on the forum about commuting through traffic, guys' bikes getting stolen out their yards, people parking like jerks, accidents in traffic and other problems people have. Or I spend a week like last week flood irrigating the lands. It's spring, stuff is starting to green up, our vegetable garden is getting skoffeled in preparation for planting, my spring kids are being born. Or we can take a morning off and drive around in the fresh snowfall (
http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=156883.0) yesterday. It's then that I really do once again realise and appreciate what I have and how I live.
There are a lot of things we don't have that others may take for granted. Sometimes even we take what we have for granted. It takes an outsider to open our eyes to how rich we are. Not financially - far from it - but in other things.
Bear with me so I can mention a few. Not all, just a few
: My day ends. Strange statement but it does. The sun sets, we have dinner, it gets dark, we read then we go to bed. The livestock goes to sleep, the poultry roosts, the stars come out. The natural cycle of things goes into night mode; it gets dark and it gets quiet. Cities don't enjoy this simple pleasure. Friends that come and visit always comment on the total quiet, you can even hear your heartbeat in your ears. I can hear the approach of a rainstorm, literally hear the rain falling to the ground, even from far away. It's awesome, it never ever ceases to fascinate me. I stop working and listen to it come. Then the smell of damp soil or wet veld. Or the smell - like potpourri - of my goats after they graze the Karoobossies. I have a hansbok, raised on a bottle and very tame. Whenever I check my buiteveld flocks, she will come and greet me. I scratch her behind her ears and between her horns and then I stick my nose against her muzzle and smell the Karoobossies.
So yes, I thank God every day for what He has blessed me with, and I pray that I will never ever take it for granted. I am glad I can share it with you guys.
Topic: Down on the farm with the Bushlander (Read 196838 times)
