inyati13
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GB's chronicle of his daily life as he gets through another November brought the list below to my mind. I started thinking about the characteristics of November that provide life's pleasures. I like the saying, "don't sweat the small stuff; it is all small stuff." Humans place far too much significance on their being! I invite others to join in and share their pleasures, joys or sorrows, and the "small stuff". Here are some characteristics of November in Kentucky:
Preface: I spend time in my pasture in the fall. Mowing and hay is done. The summer chores are slowing down. A time to reflect on why I do this. Laying down beside a calf or cow. Scratching their warm fuzzy coats. Picking out a burr around an udder. Scratching matter from their eye. I transform into a member of the herd. I step out of the greedy, prejudicial and selfish life of being a producer and become a Bovine. Cows are symbolic. Gentleness, loving, good mothers, contentment, strength, beauty. They take little and leave me a lot.
Kentucky in November
Melancholy days
Clear blue days of Indian Summer
Clouds, gray skies and rain
Cold blustery days that portend of winter
Naked trees, the white oaks hold their leaves
Cool sheets at night, the days have less light
Cool breezes intermingled with warm breezes
Frost on the roof
Carefree idle days without suppressing humidity
Misty dawns and wet grass
Muddy, then windy, and dry again
Leaves blowing across the road
Walnuts on the ground
Amber Kentucky whiskey at dusk
Short stout women and tall lanky thorobreds
Rolling green pastures fresh with rain
White rail fences and ancient stone wall fences
Rustic lonely old barns
Whitewashed stone stables
Tobacco hanging in the barn
Hay is in the barn
Black cattle heads to the ground
Blue tick hounds running around
Green fields and brown weedy fields
Dark woods of hickory, oak and maple
Green lawns cut short
The last of the cool season grass
Weeds are gone
Flies are gone
The cows content in the slanting rays of the sun
Cattle standing somber in a cold rain
Weathered fields of beans and corn standing for harvest
Deer hunters in orange
Bucks in the rut
Red flaming ornamental trees
Carpet of leaves along my creek
Blue running playful in the leaves
Farmers in blue denim jackets
Farmers in brown carhartt jackets
Farmers weathered faces covered in gray stubble
Wearing old summer sweat stained ball caps
Gray hair that needs a trim
Molded frowns forever on their faces
Muddy, cow shyt covered boots
Oh Lord, I don't want to go to heaven
Let me stay here
Preface: I spend time in my pasture in the fall. Mowing and hay is done. The summer chores are slowing down. A time to reflect on why I do this. Laying down beside a calf or cow. Scratching their warm fuzzy coats. Picking out a burr around an udder. Scratching matter from their eye. I transform into a member of the herd. I step out of the greedy, prejudicial and selfish life of being a producer and become a Bovine. Cows are symbolic. Gentleness, loving, good mothers, contentment, strength, beauty. They take little and leave me a lot.
Kentucky in November
Melancholy days
Clear blue days of Indian Summer
Clouds, gray skies and rain
Cold blustery days that portend of winter
Naked trees, the white oaks hold their leaves
Cool sheets at night, the days have less light
Cool breezes intermingled with warm breezes
Frost on the roof
Carefree idle days without suppressing humidity
Misty dawns and wet grass
Muddy, then windy, and dry again
Leaves blowing across the road
Walnuts on the ground
Amber Kentucky whiskey at dusk
Short stout women and tall lanky thorobreds
Rolling green pastures fresh with rain
White rail fences and ancient stone wall fences
Rustic lonely old barns
Whitewashed stone stables
Tobacco hanging in the barn
Hay is in the barn
Black cattle heads to the ground
Blue tick hounds running around
Green fields and brown weedy fields
Dark woods of hickory, oak and maple
Green lawns cut short
The last of the cool season grass
Weeds are gone
Flies are gone
The cows content in the slanting rays of the sun
Cattle standing somber in a cold rain
Weathered fields of beans and corn standing for harvest
Deer hunters in orange
Bucks in the rut
Red flaming ornamental trees
Carpet of leaves along my creek
Blue running playful in the leaves
Farmers in blue denim jackets
Farmers in brown carhartt jackets
Farmers weathered faces covered in gray stubble
Wearing old summer sweat stained ball caps
Gray hair that needs a trim
Molded frowns forever on their faces
Muddy, cow shyt covered boots
Oh Lord, I don't want to go to heaven
Let me stay here