Lesson 972 – A deep sigh from marble lips

When I graduated from college, I didn’t know what to do with my life and so I went back to school. During the day I worked on another Bachelor’s degree (a B.S. this time) and at night I worked on my Masters.

It wasn’t so much that I was an overachiever, as much as it was I just didn’t know what path to follow.

One of the graduate classes I took was a photography class.

I dug out my camera and took the required photos. The best thing about the class was the dark room where I learned how to develop film – I still get a chill thinking about that capsule door leading into that quiet red-lit darkness.

One of the photos I took was this one. My kids have recently been going through old clutter and found it. This is a photo of a statue I had discovered in a nearby Connecticut graveyard.

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Obviously the subject matter spoke to me.

I don’t know who or what age person it was intended for but I empathized with the absolute resigned attitude of that little angel. The deep sigh just about to escape those tender marble lips.

The picture now sits in my office, reminding me of the melancholy that is this winter (snow is being predicted *again*.).

The cold, the damp, the deep, deep sigh of resignation. ‘Ain’t nothing you can do, but soldier on.

But boy, has it been tough.

As I mentioned yesterday, we’ve lost a few birds and some of our others are starting to look on the other side of ragged. We need Spring and we need it soon. Although I’m pragmatic about our flock (they are outdoor chickens and are not going to last forever) it still stings to see some of our flock members die.

These have been our friends who have eaten out of our hands and kept us company. They’ve been our memories.

They will be missed.

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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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4 responses to “Lesson 972 – A deep sigh from marble lips

  1. I thought by now aliens from another planet would have landed. (I read a lot of science fiction as a child.) About the only thing the future has surprised me with (well, hyperbole, that) is the transition from silver based film in darkrooms to digital cameras. Well, I milked a cow while in junior high, who tried to kill me on an almost daily basis. She was a small cow, but she had not been de-horned. Even a small cow looks pretty big when one is twelve years old. She only chased me in the evening. Who knows what’s in the mind of a cow? Besides Temple Gradin, but she is too busy these days to tell me what Stormy the cow was agitated about in 1956 or so.

    • Wendy Thomas

      Just never know what you’re going to come up with🙂

      When I was writing about the dark room I realized that with digital photography and photo shop tools, those days are long over. But as someone who has been fortunate enough to have plucked raspberries straight from the patch or who has gathered fresh eggs from the hen house, I consider myself fortunate to have had the experience.

      Stormy sounds like a character.

      Wendy

      On Wed, Feb 26, 2014 at 12:12 PM, Lessons Learned from the Flock wrote:

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      • Hi. I’ve been away from this part of my life for a while. We have three hens left. One has a big bald spot on her butt and is going to the Whidbey Island chicken doc. Chickens rarely respond well to medical treatment. I asked Christina (my wife) what she is going to do when she is down to one hen. [No way is the hen going to live in the house.] The plan now (if plan is an appropriate word for two senile people raving) is for her to get a mutt dog (though she’s never been a dog person) and for me to get a not pure Siberian cat. None of this (probably) will work out. Life is full of surprises.

      • Wendy Thomas

        Sorry to hear about your hens (and yes, I agree they rarely respond to medical treatment) *I* think you should get more chickens (get them as chicks, then you won’t be able to resist.) Chickens are great company and as an added bonus, they make you breakfast in the morning.

        But dogs and cats are also great company.

        I know, why not get them all? Once again, lovely to hear from you, glad all is well.

        Wendy

        On Wed, Jul 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM, Lessons Learned from the Flock wrote:

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