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This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

Force of Nature

Monday, June 11, 2012

The earth has music for those who listen.
-- William Shakespeare

As I was tooling around the farm yesterday (I was mowing, but it felt more like a leisurely drive in the country in 3 low), my mind was meandering as well.  The first thing that is always striking for me is how quiet it is on our 40 acres.  Here in the city, we've got noisy neighbors that just moved in across our previously quiet street.  That is, quiet because half of the houses are vacant.  There are at least 4 adults in the house whose sole job appears to be sitting on the porch all day and yelling.  I suppose the government pays them well for doing that job, despite the fact that they all seem very able and capable of gainful employment. Their idea of parenting is to occasionally yell "git your *ss _______".  Fill in the blank with "in the house", "in the backyard", etc.  Their toddlers scream unsupervised in the front yard from sun up to sun down.  The other neighbor blasts his truck radio to drown out their noise. 

On the farm, I hear only the wind as it blows the grass and trees and the occasional moo from the cattle on our neighbor's property down the road.  Sitting atop the John Deere, I imagine that J. and I are the only people in the world and that our house is just over the hill.  It's a fleeting indulgence that's interrupted by my discovery that we have about 20 feet of wild blackberries growing along one of the wooded properties.  I swerve to avoid running them over with the brush hog.  Whew, that was close!  I make a mental note to tell J. about my discovery. 

The tractor purrs along in the sunshine, happy to be back at work.  She is noisy herself, but it's a steady lullabye on a hot 90-degree day.   We pass one of the outhouses that was constructed by the previous owner.  Constructed is probably the wrong term to use, because we dont think he was much of a carpenter.

Wow, I'm amazed that my picture almost make that old outhouse look artistic.  LOL.  Mother Nature has taken out her rage on this poor structure in the form of wind, sun  and rain on the wood over the last 10 years and it finally succumbed by falling over.   I wonder to myself how long it will take before the only traces left are the rusty hinges and chain.  In it's death and eventual return to the earth, it is almost beautiful.

Further along, I see more evidence of how cruel a mistress Mother Nature can be.

This crack was 7 inches deep into the soil and a reminder that we desperately need rain.  Driving to the farm, we passed fields full of corn, beans and soybeans that are starting to show the effects of our lack of rain.  At 4 inches under normal, the real farmers are starting to pray for the rain to start falling.  I silently pray along with them.

It is humbling to think how small we humans really are despite all of our ingenuity and cleverness.  As I rumble along, I think of all those who came before us and settled this land.  It was a hard life to be sure and one that is alien to me and most of modern society.  If I were to lose this green piece of iron that I sit on right now, how much harder would life be?  Can you even imagine it?  I mean REALLY imagine living that hard life.  If you can, you'll never take our modern life for granted again.

The mowing and philosophizing done, I move the tractor's nose in the direction of the barn where I find J. just finishing up his mowing as well.  We will leave the bulk of the 40 to be baled by someone else who can use it to feed their animals.  We put the tractor back to bed and head home, deciding to leave the blackberry bushes unmolested on the way.

A fitting end to this story?  It rained early this morning and is still raining.  Great big thunderboomers and lightning woke me at 2 and I couldn't help but smile.  Maybe all Mother Nature wanted was for someone to remember and acknowledge her.

This post is linked to this week's Barn Hop.


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