At home: Changing Skies......

It's amazing when your away from your home turf for a week, how everything changes. The landscape on departing was a wafting with golden harvest. A week later, and without a drop of rain, the view is filled one way with round rape straw bales as far as the eye can see. In the other direction a tractor power harrows line upon line. The sunny colours of summer, slowly being tilled into the brown colours of winter.

The season changes the landscape. Not the other way round, as it might seem.It might seem that the tractors carve in the colours of winter, with the harvest now gone. The farmers are just towing line with what nature throws at them. They harvest when nature allows. They tillage and drill seed for winter, trusting that the coming season will throw a reliable set of elements their way. It's a lottery.

Placing your trust or livelihood in something that you cant control is admirable. You wonder why farmers continue with unpredictable elements of slipping jet streams of weather and climate irregularities. Most people like to live with predictable circumstances, to have some control of their lives. In reality, we are not really in control, none of us are. There is always an uncontrollable element. It's accepting that which is the important bit.

I was trying to find a Martin Luther King I once heard speech to sum it up, but found this one instead, by Robert Byrne. "Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."





** Also tests from Tuesdays episode show that all is well, except a very nasty virus. Ordered to sleep lots. Have one more check on Monday to give the all clear......fingers and thumbs crossed. X