When I was a little girl I was labelled a tomboy. I loved being outside, playing ball with my brother ("you don't throw like a girl"), driving the little Ford-Ferguson tractor my dad had, helping stack hay bales ... anything but house work and girl things. I wanted to grow up and marry a farmer. (Back then I couldn't imagine determining my own course and I suppose this was the best my little sheltered self could hope for).
Fast forward about 60 years, through a lot of experience and growth, and it now appears I've married a farmer. I spent about six hours in the vineyard side by side with Larry yesterday. We are experiencing the earliest bud break in history here in the east according to other vineyard owners, and we are way behind in getting canes tied down. After bud break we risk knocking the little buggers off. The kids, who normally
help with this, are off with other commitments, so I volunteered to help. I never thought I would be so actively involved in the labor intensive parts of this vineyard operation! But it's actually quite pleasant, working steadily in the sun, the slow, quiet pace allows reflection and connection to a different reality.
So, the old adage rings true again, "be careful what you wish for!"
4 comments:
Isn't it wonderful when the things we wish for turn out to be exactly what we wished for? So happy your vineyard is bringing you joy!!
Sometimes those wishes are a long time coming, don't exactly look like we thought they would and could be missed!
It's fun hearing about your past and how it's reflecting on your present.
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