August 8, 2014 – I picked up the newspaper today and read the headline: Man who fell into upholstery machine – fully recovered. That’s good. I hate to start off the day with depressing news. I am an optimist. I like to find the silver lining in every situation. Take for instance the incident that occurred today.
Peaches, Sawyer, Waffles and I cooked up a potent batch of moonshine. We received an order for 6 gallons of hooch from Mrs. Piccalilli, who sheers sheep with her husband and then sells the wool to spinners and knitters far and wide. Sometimes, they put on wool carding demonstrations at the library.
This year, the Piccalilli’s have been asked to run a presentation station at the county fair. They plan on living out of their camper for the two weeks that the fairgrounds will be open. They wanted something to offer the other campers in the way of liquid hospitality when they gather each night to visit after the gates close.
All was well and good. Our batch was coming along fine. Then, Sawyer noticed that the firewood was running low, so I went to gather more logs. When I came back, Peaches was weeping uncontrollably.
“What happened,” I asked nervously. “Is she hurt?!”
Sawyer pulled Peaches into a warm embrace and looked at me over her shoulder.
“The stick,” she mouthed.
I tilted my head, not sure what she meant. Waffles leaned over and softly said, “Peaches went to stoke the fire and forgot that she still had her stick in her wing and not the poker. It caught on fire and she had to toss it into the embers or risk getting hurt. We watched it burn to ash.”
I felt so bad for Peaches. I know how much she loved that stick, and I venture to guess, (for I do not speak tree limb) that the stick loved her back.
I tried to comfort her.
“Aww, Peaches,” I said tenderly patting her on the back. I looked over at the other two and said, “She may only be a whiskey maker, but that stick loved her still.”
Waffles stifled a snicker and Sawyer shot me a look.
I shrugged my shoulders.
Peaches pulled away from Sawyer and dabbed her eyes. She wasn’t upset at all by my well-meaning pun.
“Truer words were never spoken,” she said reaching for my wing. “I’m going to need a little time off from work.”
“Sure, Peaches,” I said. “Take whatever time you need to grieve.”
“Oh, I’m not grieving,” she said. “I’m going out to find a new stick. There are a million of them in the woods.”
The three of us watched our friend, the Tree Whisperer, saunter off in search of her new best friend.
“See…” I said after Peaches was out of earshot.
“See what?” Sawyer asked.
“It pays to be positive.”
“Are you going to find a new best friend the second something happens to me?” She queried.
“Never,” I replied honestly, “Unless Peaches introduces me to a banana plant. They have appeal.”
Waffles laughed out loud, but Sawyer walked away.
“Where are you going?” I called after her.
“To catch up with Peaches,” she chuckled. “I think she’s on to something.”
I’m not worried. I’m an optimist.