I guess unless you study meteorology you really don’t pay much attention to the clouds. One morning on my way to work I noticed that the clouds had a scalloped edge almost like a curtain being pulled down over the horizon. I had to get a picture as the scallops were so evenly spaced I was not sure I could describe it to others. I am sure this is not the first time this was noticed and perhaps curtains or shades are patterned after this look. It reminded me of someone lifting the curtain on winter to let in the sunlight. As you notice in the picture, there are no leaves on the trees and we are facing winter. I so much wanted to go down the road to spring and see this as a light at the end of the tunnel. It could also be seen in the negative as the summer is closing behind us and we must face the gray of winter.
Life is like this as well we can see everything as a positive or a negative. At the end of the day it still begs the question, “Which way do I really want to go?” As for me I would like to run from these northeast winters and become a snow bird that goes to warmer weather as the shade comes down in the fall and leads us into winter. Others see the road as leading to winter sports, fun in the snow and sled riding.
After this last winter and me facing the winter of my life, I much prefer to head into the sun. Country roads, take to where it is warmer and keep the shade up to lead the way. Life has different criteria as we age so we all must decide for ourselves how to live with the choices we make. Send me the sun.
While country life at times can be very laid back, the turkey is one bird that definitely has it’s own path and direction. I have seen them along side the road walking and been able to drive by only to have them turn around and chase me. Seriously they fly into windshields, cross unexpectedly and will take up the entire road. On this day I attempted to drive up the hill but the closer I got the more of a blockade they made. It was a Mexican stand off for sure when they decided to hold their ground. I had a couple hiss at me and others that just scattered into the creek and field.
Realizing there really was no way they could keep me from coming they begin to run up the road and one by one they decide the field is a safe haven. Three of them fly and the others just hop across the gully. They must know when they are in season soon as they usually show up on this stretch of road each year just before spring gobbler season. Which way they go to hide before the season is anyone’s guess.
Since there is only one way to go and that is up the hill it is just a narrow road that connects two main roads near my house. Seems to me that these crazy birds could figure that out. It is not like there are several turns they can make. Since the pull off on the right is full of snow it is not the best for travelers to turn around and go the long way to get on the main road. Unlike the local hunters I do not see dinner when I see these birds I think time will come to a standstill until they decide …..Which way shall we go? Does that make us all turkey’s behind the wheel? Do we take after them when we too can’t decide which way to turn to reach our destination?