Cumulus clouds float freely like white puffs of cottonballs in the sunny Spring sky. I’m wow’ed and vow to sow the seeds of Spring with lightness and follow the way of the clouds. Clouds go with what is and go with the flow of wind or no wind. They know to let go and float freely and when they need to rain they do and when they float it’s always the place to be. There’s so much to learn from nature and the more I know the less I know, I know. It’s all good and the muskrats swim merrily on First Pond and Sunrise Slough. They paddle and watch me watch them. I have a daily escort as I check the beef cattle herd. A pair of Canadian Geese honk their approval and swim alongside me as I walk the sinking path.  The path is a lower place and yet it’s a higher place. A dead muskrat lies @ my feet as I notice it wasn’t  on the path yesterday. I send it back into First Pond as my eyes notice a mature Bald Eagle sitting above Big Bend. I salute and thank the Spirit for all this is seen and un-seen. It’s heaven on earth when my mind chatter vaporizes and it’s manifesting in every moment. The water flow stops and time opens up.

I love to sing “Ewe are so Beautiful to me-Can’t You See??  You’re everything I hoped for, you’re everything I need.” That song has many meanings and the latest is the ewes have lambed on our farm.  They are loafing and grazing on pasture and the youngest are being tended in the shed.  Last Summer I personally selected the male sire to utilize for the ewes to be bred to. Yeah, my first solo sheep purchase. I  bought a load of feeders and a male to service the female sheep. Let’s just come to the conclusion that he appeared inferior in height to actually reach the females. Tom and I stared @ the wide gap between them and just laughed that the buck needed a 5 gallon pail to stand on to reach the ewes. The buck never really grew and we opted to sell him and purchase a different buck. This Spring the joke is on us. That seemingly too short buck apparantely was able to impregnate all five ewes for the gestation period matches when he was in with the ladies.

Stories-it’s all stories,

Sue Roskos