Do you ever have magical kind of days when all of time seems to stop and there is only one moment that you live in, almost like some altered reality?
It has happened to me a few times. I’m not sure why or how it happens but this past week at my teachers house I noticed I had slipped into that time warp.
She wanted me to listen to some singers, all different kinds, most I had really never heard of: Bruno Mars, another fellow whose name I can’t remember who sang like Frank Sonatra, Regina Spektar who I think is Russian, a Blues singer who uses throat singing like Tibetan monks. We listened I think for hours. She explained what I was hearing, the singer techniques, how they turned their weaknesses into strengths. We discussed experimenting with styles and a host of other musical ideas in her wonderful living room.
It hard to explain how new this all is to me, this whole world of sound. I have rarely even listened to music since I was a teenager. I only sing with the congregation at church once a week. Why am I trying to play a mandolin and now discovered this awesome singing teacher?
I think it’s all because of one song my Dad knew: Ar Hyd y Nos or all Through the Night. It’s one of the few I know. I can sing it in Welsh, well, just the first verse, and not very prettily. But with this teachers help I think there’s hope that I’ll be able to sing it for my girls and my grandchildren, maybe even my family in Wales. We’ll see. For now I’ll just cherish those time standing still moments with this brilliant young teacher of mine like a cat soaking up the sunshine streaming through a magical window.
I know a lot of people hate the job of fencing but not me. Is it hard frustrating work? Yes, of course, but I think a mile of new fence is just pretty
and a well made brace is almost a work of art.
Note that extra pole on the corner. I don’t know how many folks do this but it’s one of the details that makes a studier fence here, at least. The reason? Cows are such itchy things and on the prairie where do they itch? Well, you guessed it, on corners like these. There isn’t a tree or bush of any kind in this particular field so any available posts really catch what for. There is a power line and the bottom 3 or 4 feet of every big pole is polished smooth from cows rubbing or really they are itching.
Blue and Gus, father and son had a peeing good time, one not to be out done by the other. I swear they marked that same little clump of grass 5 or 6 times. It just made me laugh.
Then out on the prairie there is always some exciting event. As I was driving the truck pulling the post-pounder and watching carefully in the rear view mirror for the signal to move ahead, I was surprised to see this little honey bee who promptly flew into the truck with me. I have a lot of respect for bees and how hard they work and the sacrifices they make for the good of others plus I have to admit, I really like honey. So I was quite concerned for her and made sure she got out and on her way without harm to either one of us.
It was a happy day, for all of us, fencing down by the creek.
Finally, Pic and I got to chase cows, well bulls really. Bulls seem to be my lot in life. The funny thing was I went over to our friends to move their heifers up to the yard in preparing for calving but the bulls had to be moved first. Heifers tomorrow (oh, darn! Have to ride my horse 2 days in a row:-)
It was almost like cheating with a fence on either side except that when bulls get fighting fences never stand in their way. So I stayed back and didn’t pressure them up and everything went along pretty sweet. Slow is fast, especially with bulls.
I liked this old steel wheel cart sitting in the yard by the grain bin. Still just a bit of snow left from this last storm but it won’t last long now.
Pretty nice day and I get to do it all over again tomorrow except really with the heifers this time. I think ol’ Churchill was right when he said: “No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle.” Come to think of it, I might just live a long time then.
I always liked Churchill
” No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle.”
“I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.”
The War-time Prime Minister:
“Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation. Upon it depends our own British life and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us now. Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.'”
The man of courage and conviction:
The see-er of truths:
“Dictators ride to and fro on tigers from which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.”