Saturday, March 26, 2016

Celebrating my Farmer

He hangs yellow ribbons. 

This farmer of mine. 
He texts the college girl on her way home. 
She's on a bus headed our way. 
"He'll tie a yellow ribbon round the Old Oak Tree."
She needs to look up the lyrics. 
You tube will show her what her parents have neglected. 

We pull into the driveway. 
There are yellow ribbons

I wonder at it. 
Had I missed these before I left. 
She gradually unfolds the story. 
I marvel at the gesture. 
Yellow ribbons and a song to welcome his daughter home. 
His quiet ways. 
His gentle and thoughtful manner. 
And I marvel at this man. 
A man I have been married to for 22 years;
still surprises me in so many ways. 

He's turning 60 today. 

His life has held so much. 
Joy and heartache interwoven through the years. 

Somehow he has remained solid as a rock through these winding threads. 
Full of hope. 

Even when the joy thief crashed through. 
There was hope. 
His faith unrelenting. 
Rising before the sun to milk;
 keeping his phone set to reading through the Ancient Word
The milking parlor his sanctuary. 

Prayer lists on the wall. 
Ever before him. 
A reminder; slow and steady. 
Life is not a race. 
I bristle at his pace. 
My harsh, abrupt ways; clashing. 
The world always beckoning me. 
Fit more in. 
We're going to be late. 
While he waits in the background. 
Quiet and steady. 
The rhythm of the chores a cadence for life. 
Lessons to be learned. 
The way of the farmer. 
Nursing and coaxing life into being.  

Rising and falling with the milk prices. 
Taking each pitfall in stride. 

Present in each moment. 
Never wavering. 
He models the Father with each step he takes. 
A pace lost to most these days. 

He stops to tie ribbons for his daughter. 

He indulges a farm niece and helpers with rogue calves. 

His words are few. 
His actions resounding. 
Echoing for generations to come. 
A legacy. 
A faith. 
My farmer. 

Happy Birthday!

1 comment:

  1. What a good man. What a wonderful wife. Loved reading this and getting a picture!