Last week on our last fabulous day of sunshine we went to the pumpkin patch farm, it's just a lazy old farm with a barn and its resident animals, lots of dirt and rows of veggies. Every time we go on such an outing I begin fiercely daydreaming about having a little farm of my own. I grew up, for the first few years of my life, in Idaho where I had a pony. Twinkletoes was his name and we won a couple ribbons and a first-place trophy, he and I. I had a sheep and a St. Bernard (who was a lot like nanny in Peter Pan. I actually thought St. Bernards were nannies for the longest time.) I had lots of room to wander around and explore. It was a charmed life.
I have more memories under 5 years old than I do of the rest of my childhood, or at least I like to think that. But living that sort of life certainly made memories stick from when I was as little as 2 years old and not just one memory but several. I mean how can you not remember your pony?! Or when you decided that when you couldn't ride your pony you would ride your sheep and it ran with you down the road until you finally fell off and you cried; not because of your bloody knees and hands filled with gravel, but because the sheep kept running? (which i was sure meant it didn't love me - and i was probably right about that). Or when you decided that you didn't want to ride a "pony" anymore and stole a horse from a girl with long blond hair that seemed to sway in slow motion under the bright sun taunting you and your short curly red hair. And when you somehow got on it, it ran off full-speed ahead and you looked back barely hanging on to see everyone running and riding after you and then finally after a mile or so, the horse finally stopped for a drink of water of all things? Or when you came face to face alone at four years old within a couple feet of a mountain lion? Or when you had to run across a beaver dam to evade a grizzly bear? Not things you forget. But where I grew up for a short time in my life was a super toxic mining district so it was a very good thing we left. But when I get on a farm I just have this urge to lay down in the grass or on the dirt road for that matter and just look at the sky and listen to the wind. Or go find a sheep to befriend or better yet a St. Bernard to look after my kids.
Well I couldn't post all this without a photo of me and twinkletoes in the event where we took home the first place trophy. All We had to do was walk in a circle, and as you can see we were guided on this journey. That's my aunt holding onto us, she was really nice to me but really, really mean to everyone else. Even at that age I kind of figured she rigged the awards in my favor because I just can't figure out how you can even be judged on literally being pulled on a leash in a circle.