Jake doesn’t ride the school bus in the mornings, he gets driven in. The boy would have to get up at 5:30 a.m. to catch it fifty minutes later. It’s a long ride for living only seven miles from the school (school don’t start till 8 o’clock) and up until last year it wasn’t that big of a deal.
However, this year, hockey practices are later in the evenings and the drive is an hour each way – we get home late. So because of that, my husband has taken pity on the poor
baby “goalie in the making” and shuttles him in after throwing the horses hay and grain in the morning.
Why in the world would you need to know all that? Well, the reason is because I wouldn’t have been out in this particular location, at this time of the day if it weren’t for him (hey, really if it weren’t for hockey!). You see, my husband is gone to another horse show and the honor has now fallen to “I-can’t-drag-my butt-outta-bed-this-early-in-the-morning” me! Poor me. There was a time it wasn’t no big thing, but I’m pretty rusty now.
It’s ok, don’t worry about me…I’ll make it. Somehow.
Alright (can you say “rambles on and on?”), what I wanted to tell you was…
When I was coming back in the back gate…Wait…On the way back into the farm through the back entrance Monday morning…Wait. Oh never mind… I stopped the truck in the middle of the farm road because the light was just too pretty to resist.
I think the fog was helping defuse it or something.
Consequently, this was the last day we saw the sun around here – it’s been raining off and on ever since…darn it.
I loved the way the light was falling over the hay-fields.
With winter being only five minutes away it won’t be long and we’ll no longer see these green fields or the gravel on the road. It will all be under a beautiful blanket of snow.
And then I’ll have to re-learn the thingy-ma-bob button on my camera…that button that helps adjust the light meter to allow for any brightness bouncing off the snow.