undulating waves

I had been looking forward to a vacation.

After a hot summer doing repetitive and routine work around the farm – mowing something every day, trimming around the buildings and the lane, week after week – when the temperature finally broke in September, I was planning on a road trip to the east coast. I needed a change of scenery to be able to return to our farm and see it in a new light.

However, that wasn’t what happened.

We are okay, but in October Denise and I were coming back from Tahlequah on our motorcycle when a deer jumped out of tall grass. We collided with it and went down. I had a broken collarbone, some broken ribs, and a sprained ankle. Denise had broken ribs and a sprained ankle.

We are on the mend.

But I didn’t get to take my trip.

Instead, I was able to be here during a beautiful time of year, but unlike summer when I was working just to keep up, I couldn’t work at all on the farm. Fortunately, mowing season could be called over with. But projects I had in mind for the fall sit unattended.

And it’s fine.

If one thing doesn’t happen, something else will.

And you don’t know. It might be what was needed, anyway.

Had I been able I probably would have taken the tractor and mowed the last Johnson grass of the year in the lower pasture.

Instead, it died in a freeze and laid over itself in undulating waves. I’d have missed that had I been diligent and mowed.

Fall and winter are the best times here. I’m glad I’m seeing that through a new light.