I wrap myself in the thought that
Even at my weakest I am strong enough.
It could have been a Sunday afternoon just like all the others.
But it wasn't. This Sunday afternoon was decorated with possibility.
No matter how small or how unlikely, it was still there.Armed with good people, a program and a wallet full of toonies, it seemed there was no way this day could be a fail.
We listened to the Coles Notes version of how to bet and headed out to the track.
What to bet was a different story.
It’s true that much time could be spent on learning about the horses, their trainers, the jockeys and the endless available stats…
But who could resist the grey horse, the jockey with the pink and black checkers or the horse named Salvatore G?
The first race was spent with mouth ajar, unable to believe the speed and beauty of the horses as they ran with determination and purpose to the finish line.
With each $2 bet, it became clear that the thrill of the races happened once we stopped thinking of the limits and opened ourselves to the potential. The possibilities were exponential given our beginners status.
Sometimes the less you know the more you allow yourself to believe.
Cleaning the chicken coops was the next project.
Elizabeth effortlessly lifted a large bag of wood shavings into a wheel barrel, a task she had obviously done many times before, and we maneuvered it into the coop, where we found four freshly lain eggs during our cleaning...
Oddly enough for the next several hours we found ourselves choreless.
A much looked forward to time for the farmers and farm hands, but a disappointment to two city girls looking for some farming action.
We took our ham and cheese sandwiches to the field and had a picnic as we watched some cows on the nearby farm grazing on a hill.
After lunch we took out our canvases and paints and pretended we were artists there to capture the scene...
An encounter with a dog named Chester, a few minutes to lie on our backs and check out the clouds and we were packing up our picnic and heading down the trail around the farm.
With the sun beating down on us we decided that that was enough nature for one sitting.
Back in the farm house with a fan blowing I learned how to make string bracelets,
We ate cookies and drank ice tea...
More painting and then it was out to the fields again...
We questioned how slow time went by on a farm...
Was it the void of the missing TV, XBox or iPod?
Or was it the lack of facebook, that made time stand still.
Determined to finish our day on the farm we headed to the sheep.
Fighting a rusted lock and ducking under the electric fencing,
We were slightly terrified by the haunting eyes staring at us...
Were they asking to be saved?
A stroll with the sheep lead us to a "pond" and another trail through rows of trees...
Which we quickly discovered were attached by invisible spider webs
And our nature walk was over.
We hopped into the car and headed "to town"
Where we found shelter in an air conditioned Pizza Pizza
And enjoyed a beautiful pineapple and cheese pizza.
After dinner, back to the farm for evening chores.
The animals needed to be brought in for the night.
Jesse herded the adult goats into the barn
And we each carried a baby goat...
We looked at each other in disbelief of what we held in our arms,
Suddenly, time was going too fast... we didn't want to put them down, but much work still needed to be done...
In the barn, we milked the adult goats... giving Pete, the cat, a squirt or two,
And learning the difference between goat milk and cow milk.
As the sun began to set,
The sheep were herded into the barn,
We watched in amazement at the size and power behind these timid animals as they stampeded up the ramp.
Roxy was given her water and even the noisy chickens settled in the coop for the night.
All was quiet on the farm... and us city girls rushed home to watch Jimmy Fallon...