Going to a farm near by to work.
Not sure what have gotten into.
Excited to see it and to work.
Tired and a bit hungry, but can sleep when I am old filled with a life well lived.
I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.
The excitement I feel is enormous, driving a tractor. Working in the fields from 2:30 – 9:00
In the cab across the field in France I see a village in the distance and my mind drifts. I am suspended in this place. Six men are walking beside as the tractor slowly goes by they pick up the bales and put on the trailer.
The blue skies with white clouds over head, the sun on my body and a cool breeze on my face. The smell of the men ranging in ages from 20′, 30′, 40, and 50’s drags me in. They speak French it makes me smile I’ll take this over shopping any day.
The sound of the engine and the ache in my back connect me to this moment.
Making memories of my life.
We drive through the village and behind a church is a large building we back in and unload. Once climbing upon the trailer and throw bales down to the men fall into the trailer. Shoes, boots, hair and nostrils are now filled with the dust from the hay instead flour from the bakery.
We stop at 6:40 and are offered a glass of beer, cider, water or apple juice.
My feet hurt and my stomach is growling at me. I love to listen to my body tell me I am alive.
Thank you Lord for the experience of heaven on earth!
I wish for others that they two will find such joy in living!
Barbara Ery, Artist 