I stand at the door with my first coffee of the day. The morning sun not yet reaching over the rooftop and the last of the night's chill dissipating in it's growing warmth.
Across the field, a large hare scurries off into the distance. In the trees, the birds go about their morning rituals. Jasper's morning chores send him trotting purposefully from boundary to boundary, and I see the tail end of Mitten disappearing into the barn.
Turning my gaze, my eyes settle on the 2 cars parked side by side. One depicting the forlorn remains of a past era. The other, a more solid reminder that life has not finished with me yet.
My thoughts turn to what the day ahead has in store for me. I know that later today, just like so many days now, I am expected to help bring about my own love's demise. It's a sobering thought. I sigh sadly and turn back into the house.
I touch the coffee pot on the stove to see if it's hot and pour a refill, then I take it to the back of the house to survey yesterday's dilemma.
My rickety old green tractor glares balefully from her position in mid air. She is the equivalent of the forlorn vision out front. Despite their age, neither has ever let me down.
I put on my boots and resolutely pick up the wrench. I have to find a way to get that bit off, repair her and get her going again, preferably before the rest of the day takes over. The growth of grass, like time and tide, waits for no one.
A totally captivating snippet. Would that more writers could find the perfect phrasing, choice of words, realization that emotion cannot be asked of the reader,but must be discovered by identifying with the writer's perfection of a behavioral lexicon. Fine writing, as usual, Ruan. Thanks for posting.
As I read this, I'm torn. While I long for another chapter of Iron Roses, and this "snippet" in some ways is a rather beautiful and ideal place to live and work from, I sense that age is catching up with you and everything around you. I'm reminded of my aunt, although she never remarried after my uncle after in the lurch, she always had a man around the house to make things work for her. ;-)
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