we bought work

The mix of clover, grasses.. misplaced plants otherwise know as weeds underneath my rubber soles glisten with a crisp cool dew.  Not the dew of summer that seems to mist the plant but the rounded full reflective cold droplets of fall .. water that is transitioning waiting.. to be called frost.  

I step forward.. leash on the pup that has entered our lives... walking her.. allowing her to finish her business I make steps toward starting the task of the morning chores.  Chickens out.. ducks.. Hay to horses.. Head count on the cats.. Jay.. Feline...Mac...Kittty KItty .. ahh there is my yellow tiger looking as the indignant ruler of the farm.  

The fields are flat.. It seems as if they were harvested way to early but truthfully it was right on time.   Oh how time flies.. there as wisps of stalks left from the soybeans that surrounded us.. Next year most likely corn.. 

I sweep a gaze .. Remind myself to take a trip down to the pond tonight after work..Something was there about 3:30 making noise and I would like to spy the tracks if any are left in the bank.. This will tell me if a trap is needed.  

The guineas are screeching.. its a very abrupt wake up alarm and I wish to get away from it this morn.. but they follow me to file their notice of alarm.  They are the neighbor hood watch or a group of Gladys Kravitz. yelling about every little thing..I imagine its something like this:  Hey the cat is over there.. do you know what he said to us, the horses nosed Julie over here..  What is that dog doing .. another dog.. the little dogs aren't enough.  The Turkeys are hogging all the food.. you aren't going to get a hog are you.... and so on..   I hasten my pace.. 

The barn is a true red against the golds, greens and browns that are evolving.  apples fall to the ground in the orchard.. The pond reflects a blue of the Fall sky and is highlighted as the cat tails stalks have been spun to gold.  

Bo neighs his impatience with my ponder and wishes me to return to the task.. which includes throwing the hay that now lays at my feet into the Paddock.  All 6 equine noses and ears are turned my way.. Each looking at me as if to say .. Hello umm yes its nice you are appreciating the world around you.. but about that delicious breakfast at your feet.. umm could you throw that over and then continue with your wonder.  

I throw the blades to the horses.. Doling them out in three piles The snorting and neighs stop replaced by a munching sound.. The pup is as far away from the fence as possible.  she doesn't really know what to think of the horses at this time other then fear.  Will have to work on that.. add that to the task list.. Fencing, insulating.. patching.. dog horse normalization... sand in barn , drainage.. fall mulching.. composting, worming.. I whisper one thing at a time as I picture the hand written piece of paper with the list appear.. 

Look around.. Look to the watch.. the read out lets me know i need to get a move on.. I walk back .. up the rickety stairs.. the one hand rail has come loose.. noted ..and its mental hand written form takes another line on the to dos.. 

My grandmother stated that we bought work when we bought the farm and she was right.. but at the end of the night and the list that grows and the animals that relay their needs and wants.. We also bought peace, ponder, a place to grow, learn.. love.. a bit of heaven for us..