An Old Irish Blessing ... May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."

Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.

Thank You For Being a FRIEND!*°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵Ʒ..•°*"˜ ☆ ¸..•´¨¨)) -:¦:-.(ړײ)/       ¸.•´….•´¨¨)).«▓       ((¸¸.•´ ¸.•´.-:¦:-. ╝╚ ….. ... `♥♪♫-´¯

Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Hitch hiker .... lifes what you make of it...

It's a Big No No, you just don't pick them up

Driving back to Sydney after a few days up at the farm, listening to music, it could have been Rowan Keating or John Williamson who knows. Anyway I was towing the trailer with the green John Deere ride on behind the 4x4. There at Moorlands I make a little detour by Terry the juice man's farm. He has the purest freshly squeezed OJ you ever tasted in NSW. Checked on Nelson, my old Suffolk's ram, how he was liking his new ladies. Named him Nelson after that gay guy on the sunrise tv show, they both got such long faces. My Boy is King of the Farm for sure there. He sorted out those weathers real quick, wonder why Terry hasn't slaughtered them yet. Just love his wife Ann, they a great couple actually.

How I hate coming home after a weekend up at the farm, there you don't hear traffic or cop cars or planes over head coming in to land, so low you can almost tough them. Rather listen to kookaburras and maggie the magpie, and the frogs at night. I'm glad we stay at the foot of the Blue Mountains, on this 2 acre dry piece of land, it's just temporary. Not the nice lush green slice of heaven of Lavender Hill, not that there's any lavender planted yet. There's the 3 Jacarandas guarding the gate that one day will invite you in as you drive over a purple carpet of flowers.

Gee I am straying again from the hitch hiker and his dog. When I first saw him on the opposite side of the road, it was the brown bundle of fur that caught my eye. The man was standing there hiking with his dog by his feet, lying down and not moving a muscle, just a foot away from the side of the road. I swear I could see only his big brown eyes move. Then I looked at the man, he was tall with long greying hair tied back, not the average hiker sun burnt and raggedy. I could imagine his eye's to be a soft kind of green, that change depending in what mood he was. This man trained that brown dog with love and lots of Patience, for that dog trusted the man fully. Now if I was going his way I would have picked him up cause of the dog. Animals are great judges of character, don't ya think.

Many many moons ago while I was married to my first man, we lived on a plot just outside of Knysna in an old farm house with a old wood stove and a loft. I love it there, only neighbour was an old aunty living by herself, I'd go over and we'd have a coffee and a good chat. I am sraying again sorry. He bought me a filly, she was still young and untrained but a sweetheart with me. But she could not stand the sight of him, used to nip him when ever she could. Needless to say he resented that and soon she got mowed on to new owners. It was'nt long before I had enough and moved too, but that's another story.

Those two tiny little boys from many moons ago, have given me the best present ever, they made me a grandma of two little boys just 3 weeks apart. A lot has happened over the years, some stories I have randomly shared with you already, some I woun't. But there are many more memories to be made in the future with the ones I love.

Until nexttime

1 comment:

  1. Here's to the beautiful people we love and a very Happy St. Patrick's Day!