Wednesday, April 6, 2011

A New Dawn





Riding into a storm












While heading toward a marsh to watch waterfowl he passed a large group of cattle. He pulled to watch these youngsters and let lose a deep bellow. This brought all the cows to the fence as if they were children and had just heard the tingle of the ice cream truck bells. Lining up side by side they hoped to be part of all the fun his call had started. It was then he realized that these were all bulls that were waiting for the sale barn. The poor tikes wanted to play in the field still under the watchful gaze of their moms, but were separated and soon would forget a lot of this fun. He watched this herd as they watched him also. He wondered what was going through their thoughts, or if it all would fade so they could return to grazing. He drove down the road smiling at his thoughts and accomplishments of the morning.


Getting to the marsh his car scared up a huge heron. While it floated around the area a few others joined in flight, unaware what to be alarmed about. They knew it was best to move if another did and all soon found a new area to hunt. A large group of ducks was followed by a small group of geese and cormorants to liven up the photos. He soon had a good idea of what different species were here to greet him today. An old car chortled along, spewing smoke and moved up the road. He laughed telling them they were moving to where he was going, but his voice went unheard. It was a large enough area to share for a bit. He breathed in deeply absorbing the wonders of nature around him.


One day someone asked him why he wore a cowboy hat and dressed so nice. He said it kept his head warm and the sun out of his eye. He asked why they didn’t and they moved away without a good answer. He looked in the mirror when he got home and admired the fine clothing he had, but was alarmed over the concern of his dress by many. Perhaps they had been left behind when that cowboy call came around. He went and watched some people setting up for the rodeo and talked with a few around him. He saw one top rated cowboy and raced to say hello. He told of his cowboy exploits and shared cowboy memories he had found while out on the prairie. The fellow looked him in the eye and told him he wasn’t a cowboy, but a tinhorn cattle puncher. This shattered his cowboy dreams and he went home to reassess his situation.


A call came to say his uncle had passed away and they wondered what size he wore, since there were a lot of clothes. They felt he was close in size and would enjoy some nice dress clothes, but none were in the western style. He laughed and said he would stop by and help clear out the closets. His daughter asked whom he was talking to and he told her what had happened. She joined him to go and help out with cleaning and what ever else needed to be done. This was actually funny to do every time someone died. He was always the same size as the other men in his family and had a huge selection of sport jackets and assorted dress clothes from this. At the last count he had twelve navy blue sport coats with assorted difference in buttons and style. A few were his fathers, and those were the hardest to part with. He had remembered when he had purchased them each for a special occasion. Family heirlooms he often called them. They grabbed some cleaning supplies and went over to look at his treasures a couple days later. Getting clothes given to him he felt he should make some use of them. Eventually he would take them to the mission and hoped someone enjoyed these valuable clothes as much as the wearer had. They filled the back of his truck and helped clean for a number of days after.


Getting ready to go to the coffee shop he put on some of the new items, just to get a reaction from all his friends who always commented on his cowboy attire. When he arrived everybody gave him the nod, but nobody said a word. Here he sat with loafer’s, sport coat and tie and not even a peep. Most days they always had something to say. The stories grew and a few included his uncle taking a few fishing each year. They all were sorry to lose him, but at this table it was a regular occurrence. He dressed different each day and still not a peep. He couldn’t believe they were so tight lipped. Finally after a few weeks he was about ready to pop, but still not a word. He had gone through all the assorted outfits he liked and was close to not having anything new. He was rinsing his cup out and one of the wives yelled over to him to come over. He laughed when she told him how well he cleaned up, and looked so professional. He liked this and continued to dress up each afternoon before going there.

30 comments:

  1. Pretty pretty pretty spring bloomers!

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  2. I really like those cloud pictures. The flowers speak for themselves.

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  3. HI Steve, We all love it when someone tells us that we look good.. I'm sure that he enjoyed cleaning up each afternoon!!!!

    Great pictures... Love the spring flowers and the spring storm pictures are good also.

    Betsy

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  4. Hi Steve,

    Your pics are beautiful, as always. It is a new dawn indeed. We had to wait long for this Spring, but finally we are getting there.
    Take care!

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  5. Lovely, Steve. I'm not seeing much in the way of budding and flowers here, yet. Soon, I hope. Until then, I'll just breathe yours in.

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  6. ohhh i long to see those flowers in my garden! Thank you so much for showing them!

    Leontien

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  7. Oh, what a treat to see these flower pictures after such a long and dreary winter. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. Beautiful!! Stopped in to catch up with what's been going on in your part of the world. (waving)

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  9. I feel like almost weeping at the beauty of your colorful blooms!;)
    (Well...not quite- but almost! My heart longs for those:0)

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  10. All those flowers? I love hyacinths... they smell SO good. But what gets me most here is that brooding sky - I'm a tornado chaser at heart, you know. :)

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  11. Beautiful flowers, pretty colors and I like very much the stormy sky.

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  12. Love your "riding into a storm," cloud pictures.

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  13. Your flowers are way ahead of ours, Steve. Just beautiful! :)

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  14. Spring has Sprung!! And look at the "mushroom" cloud formation!Wow!!!
    hughugs

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  15. You have the knack, for cheering me up. Thank you!

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  16. Spring flowers make me so happy! But as for birds, the grackles are getting on my nerves lately. I want to make all critters feel welcome in my yard, but those nasty grackles keep running off all the other birds. Even the blue jays are scared of them! And it broke my heart to see a sweet morning dove get chased out of the bird bath when all he wanted was a little drink. I don't know what to do about them, but they're driving me crazy acting like bullies and taking over my happy little haven. :-(

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  17. Wow...those clouds are fabulous!! Only ... out on the prairie do you get such displays!
    Blessings!
    ann

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  18. I'm jealous of all the pretty spring flowers you have already.Ha! Great cloud pictures also!!

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  19. Colours are certainly a-popping in your neck of the world. :)

    I enjoyed reading your story. You use brilliant little details that draw the reader in. :)

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  20. well it looks like spring has certainly sprung there. Hyacinths are my favorite spring flower. I love the scent

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  21. With each post, the flowers are more profuse, the colors brighter; the hint of green in the grass morphs into a wider carpet. Beautiful!

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  22. What came to mind Steve, was aren't we filled with layers of those that surround us, so whether we wear their clothes or not, we display those levels...it may not have been what you were thinking, but that's where my head went.
    Beautiful photos...are those one flowers trillium?

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  23. The flowers are beautiful...but I love the pic.s of the storm clouds :)

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  24. Your spring flowers are the best eye candy!! My favorite pictures are of the storm clouds - wow!! Just gorgeous. Rivaled only by the wonderful story that followed the photo essay. ~karen

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  25. Clouds and flowers are two of my favorite things to photograph, Steve, but not so much the unwelcome grackles. ENjoyed the story, maybe subtitled the man of many clothes?

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  26. beautiful transforming spring.
    nellie

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  27. Just a second observation. The part with the bulls really grabbed me. Having grown up mostly in the city, I didn't know that cows had much personality. But after being in the country for a little while I soon observed that they could behave just like puppies at times.

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  28. Ooooh my, spring has definitely sprung your way! Beautiful, beautiful shots.

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