Home alone and armed only with knowledge and patience my job was to free him from his suffering.
He had came bounding around the corner — full of life but a little bit crazed. I was glad he was back but it turns out the pup had encountered his first porcupine. Needless to say the porcupine won round 1 — they always do. In fact they win every round — it just depends on how smart the dog is about how many rounds they will go.
So I quickly rounded up Whiskey — the pup that is — and set to work. He is a 16 month old German shepherd who’s still filling out. He knew I was trying to help him but lying still wasn’t on his scope at that moment. 15 mins later I was dirty, wet, bloody and had been tossed aside twice when he flipped free of me but the 30 quills were mostly gone.
There was no thanks not even a lick of appreciation but that’s a dog for you!
Ps — there are no pictures with this post as there is never any time to grab a photo when you have your hands full of dog face.
Field supper, grain on the fly
Long evenings work
Steady combine hum
Moving by lights, dust hangs low
Still at work today
Eating up the rows of wheat
Sunshine guides them now
These combines are red, the ones in my youth were John Deere green. But the smell of harvest dust hasn’t changed and I’m sure the pressures of
harvest time are the same.
“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, ‘Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.’ I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”
~Carl R. Rogers
This is an interesting perspective about control and about letting go. It is also an analogy that I can relate to as I adore sunsets and spend a lot of time watching them and taking photos. I love the colours and how they change. If you relate that back to people it reminds me that I need to focus through my 90% and just see people for how they are — the good, the bad and the ugly (it’s a saying people – I’m not pointing fingers). I can’t control other people only myself so that’s where I need to let go and enjoy the “colours” that people show.
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Every fall I struggle with the decreasing hours of sunlight. I noticed last week that getting out of bed was harder — the sun now gets up when I am already in the shower. The evening outside time has become so short that accomplishing anything after supper is a struggle. Add to that a few days of cloud cover and boom — I’m feeling tired.
I cherish sunshine — seems like a strong word but really I do. It’s my battery and soothes my soul. A lot of my haikus are about sunshine.
The dark of the night
Has invaded my day
Winter is coming
Faint faint light of day
greets me as I rise to work
Moon and stars still up
Deprived of the sun
I seek out the bright moon beams
Globe of reflection
Sun feast for my eyes
Now just on the horizon
As the daylight fades
Blue skies and Sunshine
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane [you aren’t alone]
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry]
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promised joy.
This is from a poem written by Robbie Burns in 1786. He wrote many poems that were quite popular in Canada during the early 20th century and my father knew several off by heart.
He often quoted the above one in a Scottish accent. I remember being quite young and wondering how my dad knew how to talk like that. I believe the answer lies at Key West school where my father’s Scottish teacher imparted knowledge. I don’t remember the teacher’s name, and my father is gone now so I can’t ask him, but I do know he made an impression on my father.
And the point of this random quote and the story of my father is that I missed posting yesterday. The reasons were many and varied; some work related and some fun ones. But as my dad would say “the best laid plans of mice and men Gang aft a-gley”.
Such is life – the sky didn’t fall (ah but that’s a different story) and tonight I’m finding a little more balance and reflective time. To go along with the quote is a random silhouette of my daughter’s dog.
Someone I just met today at a educational workshop uttered those words to me. I had been impatiently waiting for the computer to respond and obviously my “let’s get it done attitude” was showing.
I had heard those words “patience grasshopper” but couldn’t place them. Ron and I did a bit of guessing and then it was Wikipedia to the rescue. Ah yes the 70’s tv show (man I was so wrong!!).
It’s a good thing to remember– kind of goes with “Rome wasn’t built in a day” which Ron is fond of quoting as it relates to some project we might be working on.
It will also be a good thing to remember professionally as we move forward with computer charting and “exception noting” all our cases. Ah — change and learning new things goes with learning patience.
Memories are an elusive item full of differing thoughts and ideas of what actually happened. But perhaps that’s because, to each of us, something different happens.
My biological family laughs because each of my childhood memories is encased in sunshine. Apparently the sun wasn’t always shining but I don’t seem to have any memories that include cloudy days. I’m very much a solar powered individual and I guess that’s reflected in what my brain brings forth from past years.
Take the picture that I posted for an example. I remember how much fun we had as a family and how warm and engulfed we all were in being together and creating. Our children. aged approximately 5 to 7 in the photo, probably don’t have specific memories stirred by this picture but will remember the overall feeling of camping. My husband may remember something entirely different in regards to our time at Jackfish Lake.
But no matter which bits we can recall the general feeling of happy family times will emerge with looking at this photo.
TBT — miss those simple times.
The seasons are usually very obvious on the native prairie. The flowers and grasses come and go as the year moves on. We all know where it ends. Sadly Alberta actually got some snow and we can only hope it doesn’t make it here! The variety of flora is quite dependent on temperatures and precipitation as well. Over the 5 years we have been living on the edge of native grasslands I’ve seen the season and yearly changes.
This year the purple wild flowers are so prominent and that is a change from most falls but today I saw a first — a crocus blooming in September! It’s in a patch where there are a lot of crocuses in the spring. But obviously it’s a bit confused.
I really love the native prairie and feel so blessed to be able to walk through it every day.