Peace in a pasture

When you live in the midwest, you never take a warm autumn day for granted.

At least I don’t.

So I chose this Sunday to stop by a farm I’m very fond of to see some friends.

They immediately ran up the hill to greet me.

It was if I they had something to share.

So did I, but I spoke first.

“Hey friends, snow flurries are forecast for later this week!”

They took off in a tizzy, though still managed to share a couple of smiles.

As for me and their Newfie guard dog, we peacefully looked at the crimson and gold trees and sparking water below.

We weren’t going to waste even a minute with worry on this beautiful day.

“That’s what winter’s for, right?” I said to the Newfie.

I think he nodded in agreement.

He then very calmly nodded off.

And so did I.

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A fair, friends and a farm

Labor Day weekend isn’t neccesarily labor free.

Hints of fall were already in the air yesterday as I turned the calendar page over to September.

The crisp morning air nudged me out of bed early to pull out my annual autumn ‘to do’ list.

But I felt a little cranky.

“It’s too early to be this cold,” I muttered to my dogs who kept on sleeping.

Still I had the day off and was sorely tempted to attend ‘Minnesota’s great get together’, also known as the State Fair.

But instead of venturing east to the fairgrounds in the city, I traveled west out into the countryside.

Sure, I was missing the opportunity to party with 186,000 of my closest friends and spend an average of $75.00 while there. And I do know new fair delicacies such as Bacon Up Pups are well worth the money and a 5 pound weight gain.

After all, what’s more blissful that a Belgian Waffle made in bacon batter and dipped in chocolate, next drizzled with maple syrup, and finally topped with whipped cream and even more bacon?

Well, perhaps a big frosty mug of Chocolate Chip Beer could do the job.

But I digress.

Anyway, I knew if I stopped in at the farm where I often hike I’d find a much healthier type of bliss while visiting with some sweet and smiling four legged friends.

And I’d also likely get back home in time to check off a few of my chores on that fall list.

My day went as planned.

In fact it was perfect.

I knew I’d even have time to sharpen my new box of shiny No. 2 pencils to bring to the school where I work next week.

And though I missed the State Fair’s epicurean delights, I was thrilled to come home with a free bag of fresh pole beans, potatoes and parsley.

While driving back home past the big sign advertising the local Hog Feast Social and a little sleepy pub called Grumpy’s, I thought how full and satisfied I was feeling.

And I wasn’t cranky in the least.

For me it truly was a Blue Ribbon kind of day, and I was the winner.