Everyone knows that mom's wear many different hats. I'm not much of an exception, except that perhaps a couple of them are less conventional.
For instance, today I took my author hat off and put my farmer hat on... quite literally. I parked the truck under the biggest maple tree in the front yard where, despite the 88 degrees outside, it was nice and cool, with a pleasant north east breeze wafting over the farm.
Here in the glorious comfort of that awesome shade, Kamaron and I mixed 400 lbs of grass seed together, a little at a time, and loaded it all into 3 large barrels. We had 150 lbs of Brome, 150 lbs of Bluegrass (my personal favorite) and 100 lbs of Timothy. It was a lovely mix.
Finally, we hitched the spreader to the truck and drove around and around and around the pastures, spreading all that wonderful (and very expensive) seed where it will grow into more lovely hay for next year's harvest.
After that, I put on my "Molly Mormon/Susie Homemaker/Little Red Hen hat and went to the poultry yard to check out all the pears that blew off the tree last night in that amazing storm. As I stood there contemplating what to do with all that fruit (200+ pears) half of me considered picking them all up, taking them to the kitchen and spending the rest of the night peeling, coring and canning them for the winter.
The other half of me, won out. I walked to the chicken pen and let ALL of the chickens out to feast on them, then (realizing they could never finish such a meal) I called all the horses in from the back pasture and turned them loose on the windfalls as well.
I never saw horses slobber so much in my life!
Figuring that 5 minutes of this drool fest was probably more than enough for their good health, I then put on my Annie Oakley hat and chased them all away from the tree and back into the yard... NOT an easy task... where they re-commenced mowing the lawn for me.
My life is so tough!
Anyway, after that, I put my Author hat back on and printed out the latest chapter I'm working on, then I put my Photographer hat on, edited some pictures of Sophie and printed them out for extra pages in my journal because, face it, they will never make journals with enough pages in them!
There are always way too many interesting things going on in life to write about. I can't understand people who feel they never have anything to write about in their journal.
My husband falls into this category. I bought him a journal somewhere around 1990 and dated it from 1990 to the Millennium. It was a mistake, though, as I’ve since realized it will last far longer than that.
Thinking of things to write about is never a problem for me. Heck, if there's nothing exciting enough to write about, then it's time to make something exciting. Journals are just a good time and I love writing in mine.
Let's see... other hats. There is the Chef hat... and I did cook a couple of times this week, at least 3, in fact... 4, if you count clear back to last Saturday!
Then there's my "Nervous Nellie" hat, which I wore during 3 anxious bouts of insomnia over the past few days.
There's my Teacher hat, which I've worn for 23 years now... going on 24… if Kamaron doesn't finish his last three high school courses soon.
Oh, and I can't forget my Patient Mother hat. I wore this like a badge of courage yesterday when Barry took out the paddock gate with the front loader on the John Deere. It would have been more tragic, except that he was able to fix it... except for the loose gate post... and the hole in the pipe of my semi-new gate. All was forgiven however, being that he was moving bales for me... and because he completely missed the truck! Go Barry!
There was my Agri-Business Manager hat I had to wear this week, as I compared crop prices, negotiated hay deals and stuck to my guns over land lease debates.
I still have a lot of other hats: The Nursery Leader hat, the Musician hat, the Artist hat, and the ever important Ice Cream Police hat, etc...
They are all a part of my life... and all of which I'm happy to wear!
Usually.
