This post was to be vastly different, including title, focus and photos. I shot some fabulous photos, at least in my Mind’s Eye, but when I got home, I found that my memory card had popped out and all I had were memories. While my wife felt sad for me, she assured me that she had the day’s scenes firmly locked in her memory and that it was too bad I had spent my time looking through the camera. I assured her that I had retained the sights, scents and essence of the day as well. I guess, we will see.
It was a glorious summer day, sandwiched in between the incessant rain we have faced here since June. Our E-bikes were fully charged and we set off to ride the country as usual, past cattle, horses, fields of canola and clover. The added bonus was that some farmers were doing the first cut on their hay crop (my title was going to be Making Hay While the Sun Shines). I know, pretty trite, eh? Sorry….My Canadian came oot there.
On our way back, we paused to watch the Redtail Hawks soar above the hay being cut, waiting for any meal to come scampering out, ahead of the machinery, for their dining pleasure. On closer inspection, we saw a second much smaller shape soaring nearby. Ahhhh, mom was in training mode.
Gliding past golden fields so sublime,
my mind floating, losing track of time.
Wind drifted scents awaken my youth,
so young at heart, but so old in truth.
Curious, white bovine faces turn,
young colts romp, with energy to burn.
Whispering grasses sway on soft breeze,
songbirds flitting through green, leafy trees.
Distant sounds, machinery whirring,
scent of new mown hay, action stirring.
High aloft, as hungry redtails soar,
mother teaches young her hunting lore.
Face upturned beneath brilliant blue sky,
I’m capturing all, in my mind’s eye.