The Quiet In Betweens

There are quite a few folks out there

who don't like the days growing shorter or

being on Standard time.

I'm not one of those folks :-)

I love this time of year.  

I love being on Standard Time.

In the "war" against time change,

the only two options proposed were

Daylight Savings Time or continue switching back and forth.

Heeey! Hold on just a minute there.

What about the real time?

(Squawky - see below)

I would be curious to know how many of you are morning people???

Mr. LB and I wake up between 4:30-5 o:clock.

(My mom says that's an afternoon time.)

Yep, even on weekends.

We just do.

I do set an alarm clock weekdays, just in case.

But generally speaking, we are awake before it goes off.

Hubby requires far less sleep than I do (about 6 hrs.)

I like my 8 hours.

But we are morning folks.

We drink our coffee and are often off and running before the sun

raises its head from its mountainous pillow.

By evening, we are ready for supper and relaxation.

We are not entertainment oriented.

I'm not sure what to call us (that's a loaded statement, I know!)

But we are work oriented

or doing oriented

or living oriented.

We are not watching oriented.

I once wrote a piece that was called "The Watchers."

There are folks who seem to just watch life go by.

I think many children are being raised to be watchers

by parents who are watchers.

It seems they have to be entertained.

I'm not saying this to blame anybody.

I'm not even sure when it happened.

It's just sad when folks don't get to feel

the feeling of accomplishment or

the feeling of helping or

the feeling of giving or

providing, or growing, or 

well. . . . living.

Working with and raising critters of any sort is a lot of work.

There's usually physical as well as mental work involved.

They require feeding, tending, occasionally moving, etc.

And yes, it is work.

It's a commitment with a real consequence.

If you don't feed them, they will die.

That's pretty real.

But the rewards~

When that baby critter takes its first wobbly steps,

or you get to run the barrels in great time,

or you serve a home-raised meal.

What sort of price do you put on that?

Many folks see only the output of labor and discount the rewards.

Critters are just one example.

There are hundreds more.

I happen to love haying. 

Sounds crazy, I know.

Being out in the blazing heat to cut it,

then waking up at o:dark:thirty to rake and bale it

doesn't really sound like a barrel of monkeys kind of fun.

But. . . 

the smell of alfalfa in the morning dew,

and seeing the deer at the edge of the field

and hearing the quail begin to stir 

as the sun is just beginning to light the sky,

I think that is a treat in itself that you can't buy in a store.

Then there is the reward of having a healthy source of nutrition

for the critters come winter.

On winter days, when you are breaking off flakes to feed,

that sweet scent of summer lingers in the frosty air

and it's all worth it.

Who needs more entertainment than that?

We are old fashioned, what can I say.

During the longer evenings, we are finally able to find time for

that book that's been staring at us, or that stitching project,

or the research required to figure out a new endeavor.

These long evenings are a welcomed joy.

From what I hear, it might be the last winter

we have Standard time.

I will tell you one thing,

for the next 3-4 months,

I am going to revel in the morning light

and long evenings.

How 'bout you?

We call him Squawky and have watched him since spring.  
In early summer, he would walk out front and squawk and beat his wings
looking for hens.
Now we say he is serenading Hucklebunny.
We have been greatly entertained by him.