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My Dream Came True

I don’t know that I believe in fate or destiny but sometimes it seems like you were just meant to stumble upon something, doesn’t it?

On Saturday when I was out doing battle with a constantly blowing wind, I made a right turn and headed down a small road that I never had before. While riding down the lane I saw something printed above a barn door out of the corner of my eye. I pulled a quick u-turn to get a better look.

“My Dream Came True.”

In that moment it was like a message that was just for me.

Earlier in the week while I sat talking with my dad, he looked and me with his infinitely deep brown eyes and asked,“Did you ever imagine that your life would turn out like this?”

His question centered around his memories of taking me for rides perched on the gas tank of a trail bike before I was even able to talk. Slowly and steadily we’d go around in the field behind our house. When I wanted him to take me out, I would reach up to him with both hands upward and make “brrmm brrmm” noises.

My dad is not well. But… he has the heart of a lion – fierce, proud and strong. Every time I see him or talk to him on the phone, every. single. time – he tells me a story about us going for a ride in the field on that old motorcycle. And each and every time he tells me that same story, he does it with a smile. I just want to weep when I think of how he carries that memory of us in his lion-heart each day.

Though I am adult with a child of my own, I’ll always be daddy’s girl. That swell of pride that comes when your dad looks at you and says he’s proud of you is a timelessly wonderful feeling. Maybe it is even more important now than it ever was.

A huge part of my life was set on a path by him. He put a dream in motion in those toddler days. It was a gift I didn’t even know I wanted but I cherish it like no other. I think I carry my dad’s dream forward in my heart.

Why, Yes. It IS a Giant Cauliflower

In the realm of giant roadside farm fruits and vegetables there are some oft-seen staples like a giant ear of corn or a strawberry. As my friend Wendy, proprietress of the fabulous Roadside Wonders, said ~ “Yep, you can barely swing a dead cat without hitting a giant apple … but this! This was a wonder to behold!”

Indeed it is, my dear. Indeed it is.

Giant cauliflower?… magnificent. Dare I say? Scrumtrulescent!

If said magnificent cauliflower were to go missing, it did not in any way get strapped down to the rear rack of the Ural and make it’s final resting spot a nest of iridescent unicorn mane hair in my living room. Absolutely not.

Getting to Know My Own Backyard

On Sunday morning I was out the door before the sun tiptoed over the horizon. I made my way over to the water in hopes of getting a good spot to watch it come creeping over the edge of the earth.

Because I dilly-dallied along my route the sun sneaked up over the trees before I could get to where I was going. But, that was okay. I’ll catch it next time.

Ara from The Oasis of my Soul tweeted something the other day that resonated with me ~ Get to know your now backyard:

 

That is what I have been doing lately – staying on Long Island and wandering my own backyard, around the little nooks and crannies.

For all of its faults, there are beautiful spots on the Island. Admittedly, I have a hard time letting my guard down here. Sometimes I just can’t give myself over to this place. But, I’m trying.

With the Ural my pace is different.There is something about the nature of the beast that allows me to look around in a different way than I do on the Tiger. I have seen things that I’ve passed a million times before but never noticed.

Does it really have anything to do with the Ural? I don’t know. Sometimes I think we don’t see some things until we’re ready. But when you are ready… there is plenty in the world to be amazed by.

Riverhead Muffler Man Indian – Downed by Hurricane Sandy

The Riverhead Muffler Man Indian whose name I’ve just discovered is “Chief Running Fair,” was downed by the winds of Superstorm Sandy.

When I saw photos of the poor guy, torn in half at the waist shortly after the storm subsided he looked like he was reaching for a lifeline from next to his own still-standing legs. “I’m hit!”

My heart broke a little.

Photo from patch.com
Photo from patch.com

This weekend while we were bumbling around in the Ural, we made a pit stop to see him for ourselves. All that was left when we pulled up was his peeling pants. Insert huge frowny face here.

But… as I looked around, I noticed a few feet of his arm sticking out above a fence inside the grounds of the Raceway. It was kind of like he was waving to me saying, ‘I’m over here. I’ll be okay!” And I sure hope he will be. According to a Riverhead Patch article, the owners of the Raceway do intend to restore him. 

Hang in there, big guy!

The mighty Indian just a week before Sandy brought her havoc to our area:

Welcome to Johnny’s Oasis – May I Take Your Order?

“Yea, uh… can I havvvvvve… two large hay shakes? Uhhhh…?  Gimme a couple two-tree-uh-dem cactus poppers and uhhh… a large order of oats. To go.”

I swear, you see the damnedest things out there on the road :) Always, always have to have a camera with you.

This farm is in Orange County, NY on one of the roads I always use as a cut through. The first time I spotted the camels out in the field, I had to stop for a double take. They’re too cool.