Tonight I opened a box, sent from Tasmania by a dear friend. It is full of fabric from three generations of her family, and she is entrusting it to me as someone who will make good use of it and appreciate where it has come from. Talk about precious cargo! I will be taking my time to examine each piece and really think about what to do with it.
Opening the box and thinking about precious cargo got me thinking about my last few days and other sorts of precious cargo I have encountered.
Yesterday was rather dramatic. I was sitting at the bench having a cup of tea and chatting to two friends when I heard our dog Dottie barking ferociously. I stuck my head out the door to have a look and found her flinging a dark coloured snake with her mouth. The snake wasn’t running (slithering) away though – it was attacking her. After calling her away I went to look for the shovel and told my friends what was happening. As we looked for the snake and watched the dog we realised that she wasn’t well, so a phone call to the local vet, a pile of towels wrapped around her and under her and with one of my friends holding her carefully, off we sped to the vet.
Dottie on a drip and receiving oxygen, still managed to be charming.
The good news is that we arrived safely, despite my rally driving over the mountain range that sits between us and the vet. The vet rushed to meet us in the car park, and was able to treat her quickly, and she should make a full recovery. The bad news is that the treatment is extremely expensive ($1500 just for the anti-venom medication alone). The moment that our precious cargo stopped panting loudly and my friend thought she had stopped breathing will stay with me for a very long time. Dottie is very precious to all of us, and to lose her would have been devastating, particularly while the children are away visiting their grandparents and having adventures with their father during our school holidays.
It has really shot home the need for us to be prepared for snake bites for humans as well. Time for some first aid revision and reminders for the children and adults!! (The snake was later located and dealt with by my parents who were digging out the garden bed it had disappeared into. It was a juvenile tiger snake, so we are very lucky. A grown tiger snake would have killed her.)
We are really experiencing the full extent of country life this week. The day before Dad and I had to make the hard decision that it was time for two of our old hens to go. We didn’t want to do it but knew that it had to be done. I described it as ‘farmering up’ – taking responsibility for the hard bits of being an animal owner as well as the good bits. They had been precious cargo – they had introduced us to being chicken owners, had provided wonderful eggs, and had taught us a lot about caring for our animals. The responsibility to end their lives with respect was a heavy one.
On the flip side, our green hued eggs continue to be produced as precious cargo to be carried from the coop.
In amongst all this drama and country life I have been cutting out patterns, matching fabrics, and dreaming big. Might be time to put the fabric with the machine and actually make something! How novel!
I am also enjoying the beautiful roses from our garden in these lovely vases that a friend gave me as a house warming gift. The sight and smell of them warms my heart.
I hope that your precious cargo, whatever it may be, is safe and well tonight. Give them an extra squeezy hug, just because you can.