Transformations

It's been a while. 

Just short of three years. Two weeks short just about.

Things have happened, and nothing at all

All at the same time.

It's weird. It's been a while.

The sheep left back in the Summer of 14. Or, was it the summer before that?

See, that's how it's been around here.

Losing track of days.

Years.

They left for much greener pastures, and more of them.

A barn fit for a King.

And, a staff to care for them.

They don't know me anymore when I visit with apples.

I visit less often now.

So the pasture became overgrown

It was beautiful in its own way, alive with birds and lightning bugs

Bees

And now it's become the romping ground for Henry and his new girl Mavis

I stand, quietly, and listen for the familiar sounds

They still echo and linger in the swails

I remember that first time I lost a lamb

Had no idea what I was doing, whether he was really gone

Running into the house with him cradled in my frozen arms

Trying to warm him back to life

When it hit me he was dead, I sat there shaking

This was a chapter in the raising sheep book I'd skipped over

Understanding that some things can never be brought back to life was not meant to be learned from books anyway.