Trees and Geese
We are just on a short trip of errands, mostly to get a few bales of hay from Patty's farm. I have a few bales in reserve but stocks are low enough to deserve the trip, ergo the truck loaded with a farmer and her sighing dog. The flakes picked up as I rode along the back roads to Livingston Brook Farm and I wondered if we would get a real snowfall? The forecast was sketchy. Soon as I passed over the Battenkill River, the snow stopped. I mentally shrugged and headed to load up a bit of hay. I was told there were two beautiful Canada geese near the front door for Italics, and so after I had a pickup truck loaded with hay I grabbed the two geese and set them int the back of the truck. I'd bring them inside to thaw and use them to help feed and train the hawk that is quickly winning my heart.
I unloaded the hay in the snowfall and Gibson ran around the truck, herding my live geese, who honked and protested the entire time. The snow kept falling and I decided to look up, too. What I saw was not the source, but the promise of more snow and I decided to give into the emotion and celebration of the season. So without further adieu, I went inside and found my cloak, heavy and warm. I wrapped it around me, grabbed a hatchet, and set out into my woods for a pine tree that welcomed the Solstice. It was Iconic. Me and my sheepdog, out into the wild with one small axe, a cloak, and the storm swirling around us! We found a tree and brought it back to the house. There I used the hatchet to cut off smaller branches which I used to decorate the house from top to bottom. I had pine boughs everywhere, hanging from wrought iron and nail - their scent filling the house with the spirit of the season. I put on some music, Celtic Christmas in Gaelic and understood a few of the words sang in the chorus and felt powerful. Knowledge like this is like secret treasures, and every word and candle another smile in my life.
So here we are. A few weeks from the big day. Regardless of your beliefs or lack thereof, the science that soon the days will grow longer is among us. That in itself is a reason to celebrate on this farm. Longer days mean easier days. Less heat, more horse. I look forward to that. Very much, so.
So in the spirit of the season I wish you a happy holiday season, and hope you do the same for me. We have trees, hawks, horses, and hounds at this little farm. We all appreciate any blessing or favor you can send our way.
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