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I love the sweet smell of dawn -
our unique daily opportunity to smell time,
to smell opportunity -
each morning being, a new beginning.
~Emme Woodhull-Bäche
I just finished my early morning chores with the goats. I truly don't mind doing these chores, you see it is MY time. It is when I get my first views on what I love most. I admit it... I am a country junkie. I opened the door to walk out of the basement where I keep the guinea food and goat grain and hay, and spotted the two sweethearts in my field.
There, a little difficult to see if you weren't looking, against the browned leaves that have been falling swiftly were the two whitetail deer. They are a couple you know, wherever either go, the other follow. I watch them as they chomp on the salt and mineral lick I put at the base of the oak. Gentle creatures, beautiful, swift and eyes so large, so warm you could loose yourself in thought (about what they see and how they feel). I watch as the button buck (for those not familiar with the terminology of us country hicks, button bucks are first season bucks, new to the whole strange puberty world.. antlers just arriving. He is scratching his against the tough grain of the oak. She is gently chewing on the lick, he stops and joins her, she walks over to him and nuzzles him gently and he returns the favor and then, they stand side by side chewing and keeping an eye on the lady feeding the loud animals in the pen.
I wish you all could see how beautiful it is here in the early morning. There is a slight chill in the air, the dew on the grass and fields sparkles with the sun and the birds sing for me.. they return the favor of my buying them their sunflower seeds and suet.
I finished the chores, came up because the smell of the hazlenut biscotti coffee was pouring down the basement and whispering to me.. I poured the coffee and headed out to the deck, sat myself down on a chair and, sipped.. My Gawd, that first luxurious taste... heaven.. the only finer thing could have been sampling it from someone else's lips. I smile thinking that thought. I watch the deer content with my inexpensive gift and think about what I need to accomplish here today. There is the housecleaning chores, but even better there are two bushels of apples waiting to make my mouth water. I have caramels and pie crusts will make their entrance and when all is said and done, there should be at least 12 caramel apple pies ready for freezing and 2 in the oven. Zucchini bread with chocolate chips and raisins and cranberries will also make a debut today.
I have so many wonderful memories of things that make up the sum total of who I am, and times such as this early morning, make me remember.. the farm .. how happy that mischievous little tom boy girl with the German Shepherd companion was. The detour that life tossed my family and we moved to the cramped apartment which was a converted horse barn. A two bedroom (with 5 children) run down apartment in the town of Forest City.
Enough for the time being, this will be a part-er story. Those that wish to read may do so, but I don't write for that reason. My reason for writing has been told before, I am printing each of my journal entries (blogs if you will) and will put them in a binder, marked as "My Ramblings and Life" so that when I am no longer this mass of hot air talking, and have left for the big horse arena in the sky, my children will understand the composition of the woman they called "Mom". You see, when they were young, I think they knew who I was because we spent so much time together, but as life does, it changes circumstances and people that surround us. I understood full well the responsibility I was given, the miracle I was granted to become part of... my children and their well-being and safety until they could "do for themselves", but truth be told, I Honest-to-Gawd miss those days when those tiny creatures hugged me so tight I thought I would pass out... came to me all dirty and smiled that smile that melted me in 0-2 seconds flat... I miss the laughter (Is there anything that any of you can think of that is BETTER than the laughter of a child.. .devoid of all fake qualities, devoid of laughing because they want to be thought of favorably, devoid of that nervous laugh quality...) . So before I become a total basket case and go ripping out the old photos of my babies.. I will set my mind on the day before me.. and PSYCHE BONUS: Each time I head out the door, I get to see those smiling baby faces. Much to the chagrin of my children, the wall by my door out, bears photos of them, in black and white (color film was too extravagant when there were other necessities needed) smiling at me .. one of each of them alone, and then one of them together at Christmas in the outfits I sewed for them. My last thing to see before I head out into the world of responsibility and, if I allow it without coming back to this.. depression.
Enjoy yourselves people....I will do the same.
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ohtayicu
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Oct 11 @ 6:18PM
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the smell of something baking often gives more pleasure than eating that which was baked. or not... iffffffffffffffffffffffffff, you save a couple pies,  i can be there in less than twelve hours,,, 
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redtigr
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Oct 11 @ 9:06PM
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What a beautiful blog - the absolute essence of what a blog should be is right here, right here on this site and written by this wonderful woman.
Read this people!! ... and know what good writing from the heart is all about.
I've been reading your words for nearly three years now. Your writing just gets better and better; never falling into a rut, never being predictable (except for high quality).
and then there's this:
when all is said and done, there should be at least 12 caramel apple pies ready for freezing and 2 in the oven. Zucchini bread Can I come over for coffee and dessert? I may need to stay a week or two - until the pie and zucchini bread need replenishing... 
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oceanlover734
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Oct 11 @ 9:21PM
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I have to agree with Redtigr your writing is and has always been high quality. It is what got me hooked on this site. I loved this part the best today I poured the coffee and headed out to the deck, sat myself down on a chair and, sipped.. My Gawd, that first luxurious taste... heaven.. the only finer thing could have been sampling it from someone else's lips. I smile thinking that thought. I can just see you looking out over your piece of Heaven and yet having those sweet thoughts. ~*~
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