Tipping Point

This morning was the first morning in weeks that it actually stopped raining. The sun even came out and the sky was a beautiful blue and pink. As the mornings are getting lighter sooner so are the birds starting their dawn chorus. That is always a sign that the season is slowly grinding on. It brings an energy that can only come through a change of mood. It is as though nature is giving me an advance warning that Winter is further along than my mindset seems to want to admit. Of course Spring is along way off and appears painfully slowly here. In fact their should be names to capture the varying stages of its manifestation. Simply the word Spring is far too generic. Of course each stage has its mood for me.
  Spring is a very busy time for me as the sheep start lambing over 6 weeks. As the weather warms up people start to relax and shake off Winter. It is quite irritating when your busy. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to simply watch Spring unfold without any work to do. I guess even though I work closely with nature, I would see much more if I was to just sit back and have nothing to do but watch it. I cant imagine watching a season without it having work conitations . That's the curse of being a Farmer. The seasons totally rule me and how im thinking. Im so close to nature that maybe I don't always see its splendour. Show me a landscape and I will be thinking of it in monetary terms or how easy or hard it would be to farm. Its hard wired into me.
  Come June I always go on holiday as living and working in the same valley all the time can send you mad, and people do go mad here... There is something subtly oppressive about this place, a tension or maybe a glibness of the mind too. It is seen as quite acceptable in my valley to just work and die. People do work and they do die. Life cares not and nature doesn't even acknowledge anyones passing to the point that it seems offensive.
  Any sort of endeavour here attracts attention. Life under a microscope. If I express an opinion then it is rolled out to cover every part of my life. Reputation is the ultimate king, even though it is probably biased and unrepresentative of a varied human outlook.
  Very much on my mind at the moment is mending my ageing car after hitting a huge hole in the road. I may even throw in the towel and buy a newish one if the mood takes me. The trouble is new cars are so light and plastic and built no longer to have fun in. They have become just tools that must look nice and return reasonable economy. Like may modern things they have become soulless. Music is the same as is TV as time goes by. To find a car that moves me will take some doing but unless it does move me than I cant think about shelling out for one. Im a dinosaur looking trying to recapture the 90's.