It is an amazing time. One year ago, I was sitting in the very same stop, on the back cement step at my parent’s farm. Days like this seem to remind me of one of the really great things of this farm. Although things outside this property seem to run at hyper speed, from this porch it often slows down.
A year ago, Melody and I were planning the arrival of a new baby, my son Caden was starting up hockey and starting to realize he was
no longer going to be the golden boy, as my brother likes to say. His world would change, as would mine. However contemplating that from the porch last year it seemed that time was in abundance and the change in the near future was the most exciting thing we as a small family of three had experienced together. It was surreal and impossible to predict how much it would change us, however it was exciting, happy and a good place to be.
This morning, I loaded my computer into the car and ran back inside to grab the keys. As I ran around the house and as I write this, it is a perfect September day here in Huron Country. This area is one of the most beautiful in the world at this time of year. The huge maple trees that line roads and streets are heavy with leaves that are beginning to change colour. The air is cool and crisp and the sun seems to sit low in a long drawn sun rise. It is a good place to be.
The expecting bump that rested in Melody’s stomach last fall is now an energetic beautiful baby girl. She stumbles by, hands stretched out, squealing “Gar” at the top of her lungs. “Gar” is our small dog Gary whose life has perhaps been changed the most. His days are spent seeking peaceful places to nap and escaping to areas out of reach of the loving hands of the baby girl. It is my new normal. Time flies by, change sweeps through our lives; I don’t remember life without either of my two kids or Melody. It is a good place to be.
Here I am back here on the porch. It’s hard for many of you to imagine this as a peaceful place. The home farm has become renown with motocross, noise and excitement. For most, the six days in the field are just that for racers and their families – ironic. This place is known by most with the pace and excitement of motocross, but to me it is a place of quiet calm. It is a good place to be.
In two weeks bikes will be the final fall race. Just for a day. It will be a busy place again. Riders, families and fans will come to the
Walton they know where bikes race, kids chase each other around on bicycles, and moms BBQ thick burgers up for lunch. It will likely be a day just like this, cool and crisp; a day where nothing could be better than enjoying bikes, motocross with friends, here or anywhere. It will be a change from today because there are only geese honking at their approach to the back pond that breaks the silence. It is good, and I am looking forward to it because whether it is bikes racing around the track or just a quiet day from the porch, this place is a good place to be.