It were the spring of ’52 and my first love on path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).

“Just because you feel someone does not love you as much as they should, does not mean they don’t give you all the love they have”..

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without”…

“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.”. Jiddu Krishnamurti

“One cannot cherish success unless one has known failure, one cannot cherish love unless one has known heartache.” Larry Woller

“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.” Richard Bach

Hello Diary,

It s a Saturday morning, a dreary Saturday morning outdoors….

But all is bright, warm and cozy on the inside… 🙂 have the possibility of a winter storm building up for tomorrow (Sunday) and tomorrow night here on the prairies, preparing for that, otherwise relaxing, working on the fingernails and contemplating the tomorrows… 🙂 I were ask some time back when I first felt or fell in love… after venturing down memory lane briefly, it happened when I was growing up on the farm, thinking the early spring of 1952 or there about…

As I have mentioned in the past, I grew up on a farm in the 1940’s, 1950’s and early 1960’s ( I left the farm in 1963), here is a picture of me and my brother ( I am standing and he is sitting)….

And farming were quite different then as now… we had lifestock (cattle, hogs, chickens, etc) and grain… here is a picture of a unusual cornstalk that Dad grew…

I am standing with my Dad, Mom and sister and my brother is leaning against the ladder… Anyway, it were early spring on the farm and there were a mother cow with calf, it would be her first calf… well, Dad told me the calf would be mine, to grow up with, to take care of, etc… I were happy!!… Now, love isn’t something that can be touched, tasted or even seen…“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched– they must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller

With it being the mother cow being young and her first calf, there were many things that could go wrong so she needed watched carefully.. And the cattle, like all else on the farm, were not confined but free to wander about and usually went into the 40 acre pasture during the day and stay in the feedlot during the night… and we would milk the cows before they ventured into the pasture and after they returned from the pasture in the late afternoon/evening…

That being said, I would check the mother cow before I went to school in the morning and then again after I returned from school… overtime I became attached to the little calf even though the calf were not born yet… Love knows no boundaries, time, race, gender, distance, etc… those are labels used by the human race to attempt to explain the unexplainable… 🙂

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” Felix Adler

Love is more like a not written, not said invitation…

A Invitation..

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone, no email.. you see,
It just appeared one quiet sunny day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it is to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, one morning I ventured out to check the mother cow (it were a off and on rainy, snowy morning with some occasional sleet) and I noticed the mother cow had lost weight… I panicked a bit and check the cows posterior and noticed there were some afterbirth present… she had given birth to the calf… I ran around the barn and feedlot looking for the calf but could not be found… the mother cow had abandoned the calf in the pasture… I ran into the house, told Dad, and he said he would take care of the cow and then we would search for the calf… I put on a rain coat and decided I would look for the calf while Dad were taking care of the mother cow…

The grass were knee high to an adult and it took me what seemed like forever to find the little calf, but find the calf I did, near a 1/2 mile from the barn… she were a pretty ebony color with a white face and all four hooves white like the calf were wearing white socks, she were about the size of a medium German Shepherd dog… the calf had some afterbirth still on her as well as some ice and snow… I moved her head to see if she were still alive and she opened her eyes briefly but made no attempt to move… I cleaned her up the best I could, put my raincoat over the calf, shoved a small staff I had in the ground to mark her position and started back to the barn to get Dad when I saw he was on the way with the small tractor and wagon…

I were cold, wet and crying because of my concern over the calf and my love for the little calf as I set on the back of the wagon with the calf’s head on my lap, we got to the barn and I helped Dad clean up, dry off and try to warm the little calf… Dad told me to go into the house and he would stay with the calf…. I gently put the calf’s head down and she opened her eyes briefly… Dad spent the night with the calf, Mom spent the night with me… I did have a brother and sister but they were too young to help…

I went to bed dreaming about growing up with the little calf, trying to find a name for the little calf… Dad spent the night with the little calf, doing everything he could (he even got the electric blanket to keep the calf warm), trying to feed, etc, but the little calf were too weak and with exposed to the weather chill, the little calf passed away during the night…

“Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends ‘..

The next morning found that I had a 103F degree temperature and the beginning of pneumonia so Mom and Dad took me to the hospital where I spent two days… Dad had buried the little calf in a corner of the pasture where the grave would not be disturbed… when I returned home I were heartbroken, of course, and I found my little tablet with a list of names I wrote down, could not decide and got to thinking, it were spring and soon the flowers would come out of hibernation and bring beauty and life to the world, so I made a small cross, got a crayon to write the name on the cross and I named the little calf “Flower”….

It were that spring on the prairies that I first felt and knew love and I hope that Flower did also in her brief stay in this mortal world….

“There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, people we can’t live without but have to let go.”
― Nancy Stephan

And it were that spring on the prairies that I first felt heartache…

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ― Dr. Seuss

It is difficult to imagine a world without love….

“Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships….without love, life is barren and cold”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Love is like music….

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” Plato

Well, I have rambled enough, will get on with the day and venture down the path, dreams to follow, rainbows and adventures to find… a path filled with love…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.” Julianne Moore