Nov. 24, 2011
It had been an atypically bright and warm Thanksgiving, but by 5 p.m. there was chill breeze blowing and the light was fading fast. Dave and I were playing beat-the-clock, trying to move hay from one field to another before dark. Given the boulders everywhere on our pastures, driving tractor at night was nothing I wanted to do. And wouldn't you know it, the tractor's engine was sputtering and losing power. Dave had replaced the fuel filter earlier in the day, but the little John Deere wasn't healed. What could it be?
Although the tractor was straining at about half-normal power, Dave managed to engage the front-end loader, manipulate a set of very heavy chains and eventually move a 1,200-lb round bale. The four little bulls were eager for the fodder. I could hear them snuffling through the dried grasses and alfalfa, munching. Good.
Job done, Dave flipped on the headlights for a slow return trip to the other side of the farm.
It's now after 11 p.m. The bulls and cows are fed, and despite lack of rain since July, Bull Brook continues to flow, if shallowly. The fences held another day. Dave and I are safe and sound. Our children called to wish us a good day. Several will be with us tomorrow for a belated family dinner.
So many big blessings, yet I know I barely acknowledge the scores of gifts I enjoy every day. I tend to take them for granted, to think that I'm entitled to that first flush of rose in the east, to safety on the highway, the warm sip of sweet tea, the glossy magazines I toss into the grocery cart, and the yawns that fill my lungs.
And so, I'm grateful for days like today, when I'm reminded that every good thing flows from Him -- the grass in the fields, the hay bales, the little herd, the tractor -- everything.
Please know that I count you among my blessings, even though I may not know you by name.
Thanks for joining Dave and me as we take steps to establish our small grass-fed beef operation, Bull Brook Keep. Thank you for the time you've taken to read the blog posts, view the short videos, and listen to the Deep Roots Radio podcasts. I'm continually surprised and grateful when guests agree to be interviewed on the Saturday morning radio show. Thank you to the many experts and pioneers - the farmers and ranchers, chefs and film-makers, teachers and scientists - who have shared their time and perspectives with us this year.
Thanks for your companionship on our journey. Dave and I wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.
Sylvia