Fall and winter on the farm give us a chance to try and live more at nature's pace. That's one of the reasons why I love this time of year.
Over the past few weeks, I spent a great deal of time with nature and at its pace. A friend and I stayed in the cabin and hunted deer during the first week of black powder season. I use an old school rifle, a .50 cal. Hawken. Although I have taken many deer over the years with this rifle, due to my advancing age (and not-so-advancing eyesight), I am not as successful with this open sighted rifle as I need to be. But in spite of the less than perfect situation, I was blessed with a good sized buck on Friday. My family will have venison this winter and I intend on getting at least one more before the season ends.
While spending time in the woods, I was blessed every day with different sights in nature. I was "hunted" twice by a large owl (while sitting motionless) and watched two coyotes, a blue heron, dozens of wild turkeys, hawks, and of course deer. All of this was at their pace, steady and natural. What a blast!
I have a book entitled Farming at Nature's Pace. It describes the difference between growing crops and animals at a slower, more rhymthmic pace (the old way), and most of today's commercial, hurried, high-tech methods. I prefer the former.
Splitting fire wood, making sauerkraut, preparing for spring, and feeding animals are things that are far more enjoyably done at a slower pace. I pray that God will help me learn to do all things at nature's pace and to enjoy all of His creation in the process.