How I would love to tell you that life has been all roses and frolicking this week.
That is but a fraction of the story.
In the last couple days alone the farm has seen accidents, injuries, delusion, anger, bloodshed, exile, and multiple deaths of various creatures. If it sounds like Lord of the Flies, it has been to some extent. In fact I believe one creature’s tailless corpse may still be wedged between two bricks in the sunroom now that I think about it. Yip, Moon Pie, and Nickel are savages in their play.
Still, we haven chosen to celebrate in spite of these things.
The voices of three generations rose up to sing gospel hymns and children’s songs.
We created new things from old things.
We fixed broken things.
We marveled.
We broke things that really needed fixing.
We recoiled in horror.
We stared too long at train-wrecks.
We simultaneously understood and didn’t understand.
We accepted that this is all part of the giant whirlygig.
…and then we went back to the roses and frolicking.
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May 14, 2013 at 1:55 am
mithriluna
Wow, beautiful and exciting.
May 17, 2013 at 12:54 pm
Lunar Euphoria
A little more excitement than I was prepared for.
May 14, 2013 at 2:12 am
Dana
Sounds intense. Love the photos of the roses!
May 17, 2013 at 12:55 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Intense, yes. I enjoyed picking, arranging and photographing the roses, thorn pricks and all.
May 14, 2013 at 2:48 am
petspeopleandlife
Oh my. All that sounds really bad and I am sure that it sent you reeling. I am so sorry for your lossess and what ever has befallen you. Life gets real trying sometimes. The roses are beautiful. ~yvonne~
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May 17, 2013 at 12:56 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Thanks Yvonne. It’s all good.
May 16, 2013 at 8:33 pm
Kathy
Delusion on the farm? Say it’s not so!
May 17, 2013 at 12:57 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Delusion on the farm is relatively common place. 😉