Wednesday, February 3, 2010

in the back bed

Woke up earlier than usual. I think the stress and excitement sped up my metabolism and my body couldn't handle being horizontal anymore. I found myself outside in a light snowfall, moving hay bales off the back of the truck. It was dark. The only light came from my lantern and the glow from the dim garage bulb. Snow was falling in front of it, making it flicker. It was 5 AM and the world was quiet, but the farm was not. I could hear the sheep bawling for morning hay. The roosters moaned. I sang the words to Pretty Saro as I pulled hay from the back bed. While the rest of the nation is sleeping, and the forest is quiet–a farm is alive.

I felt like I was the only member of a secret society.
I felt like I belonged.
It's why I farm.


Blogger beansprout said...

I woke up early too. Maybe it's something in the air (PA isn't to far from VT after all). I'm praying for you and your farm, Jenna. I know what it's like to have "homeless" following you like that ominous unseen shadow, and I know what it's like to have dreams so serious your eyes burn just at the thought of losing them. We come from the same stock. Hope your day brings good news!

February 3, 2010 at 7:05 AM  
Blogger Debbie said...

I was up early too. Hunting children's canvas shoes to paint, and getting a clothing pattern ready to roll before the children wake.
I'm praying for the farm of your dreams to come your way, and have so enjoyed reading your blog.

February 3, 2010 at 7:33 AM  
Blogger The Dream... said...

Just found your blog and I shall be returning. Do not worry about sorting out your house. We were looking for so long, and so many houses seemed so perfect and then we would lose them. Then the perfect house appeared, a house we couldn't believe we could afford and couldn't believe we would get without a fight from competition! When it is meant to happen it will, and you will know it!

February 3, 2010 at 8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like perfection! Now for a cup of coffee...Seems like we were all up early, I was stuck up to my elbows in bread dough at 5 am...the sourdough moves more slowly then yeast so at 9 I can form loaves and set them to rise again...that bit of Powwow/hoodoo with the apple is intersting I know it with bread dough baked in shape of a house and then eaten. LoL but then again we bake a Christ child out of Challah bread and eat that on Christmas eve.

February 3, 2010 at 8:24 AM  
Blogger Affi'enia said...

I'm not one of nature's morning folk but I am looking forward to the early starts when I have animals to look after. I like a routine and even an early one can be nice.

I used to be walking to work at 5am and the world is a totally different place at that time.

February 3, 2010 at 8:43 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

For some reason (and I don't even live on a farm) I was up early, too. Could be my livestock (three ravenous cats) were banging on the bedroom door and singing their morning song. I'm still sending positive thoughts your way!

February 3, 2010 at 9:55 AM  
Blogger Ann said...

I'm an early riser every day. Old baker's habit. It can be hard to get out of bed some days, but seeing the sunrise while most folks are still sleeping is intimacy with the earth.

Please know that I'm supporting you from afar, like so many others. You're my poster girl. We, too, dream of our own farm someday. The land is there (my parents-in-law have 240 acres). We just have to afford to build a house...and a barn...and...(sigh).

Faith and persistence are the only answers. As you might say, ride it out, son!

February 3, 2010 at 10:27 AM  
Blogger Tara said...

After getting our first kid through his first three days, I slept like the dead! Might be time for a second pot of coffee...

February 3, 2010 at 11:42 AM  
Blogger Valerie Willman said...


February 3, 2010 at 2:15 PM  
Blogger ammamcp said...

I wasn't up early, but I was still up when y'all started posting! I like early morning too, but I work nights...

February 3, 2010 at 5:11 PM  
Blogger Kate Mary Betty said...

I too was up early. Rooster crows and hen cackles at 4:30 tend to make that happen. But what a beautiful morning! The moon light sparkling like diamonds on the snow and the crunch beneath your feet as you walk out to quiet the critters down with food. Like Ann said, "intimacy with the earth".

February 3, 2010 at 6:00 PM  

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