Once upon a time, a dairy farmer fell in love with a girl half his age. She had come to help his mother out with the scrambled eggs, the polishing of brass and silver, the arrangement of camellia blooms in the shallow pink dish on the kitchen table. He didn’t know he was in love until, underneath the clothesline one day, she called him a ‘selfish pig’. The next day, he took her hand and led her outside to see the once-a-year bloom of the moonflower.
She, on the other hand, knew she was in love with the dairy farmer but she didn’t know what to do with the love. It felt like a disability, a heavy, sinking secret. As she cycled home each day, she would sometimes stop to eat an orange his mother had given her. The discarded seeds resembled hope but nothing ever grew from them.
They became best friends, confidantes, buddies. When her father died suddenly, the dairy farmer took her for a long drive. When his mother was admitted to hospital, the young girl sat with her for eight days and was holding her hand when she died.
You would think, wouldn’t you, that the unlikely couple would be united in their mutual grief but, instead, the earth seemed to shift, a strange chasm tossed them apart. The dairy farmer continued to milk cows and the young girl went to the city to train as a nurse. She figured she’d be a good nurse as she already knew about death, dying, and how the sight of a camellia bloom, or the scent of cow manure, can bring a person to their knees.
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Beautiful Jules xxoo
Thanks!
I feel like I can’t wait to read more of this story. More, more, more! You are such a great writer, Julie.
That made my day, Judy!
I love this! It reads like the beginning of a really good book, the kind where you care about the characters from the very beginning.
This time I am determined to keep writing it!
Love this.
It is such a relief to have begun writing again!
I eagerly await the following parts….
I think I’ve got my writing voice back – yeah!
Super YEAH from the reader’s side of your blog! 🙂
Haha – thanks Colleen!
😀 You’re welcome!
You know we love your reminiscing. So glad you are sharing the old stories again. Quite honestly, I think your romance with Anthony would be a good book. You have such a way with words. 🙂
I think I’ll continue to write in this style for awhile. Thanks for the encouragement, Lynda.
Can you feel me smiling? 🙂
Yes!
This beautiful love story will capture every heart. Relive it all, as you begin to share its beauty.
This has come up as anonymous. Are you who I think you are?
What an interesting start to an unmissable story, how well you write. I agree with ‘chatter master’.
Yours is the ultimate love story. Happy New Year my friend. May the year ahead be filled with peace and beautiful memories.
Drawn in from the get-go, Julie! As others have said, WRITE THIS BOOK! Happy New Year…
More please! And don’t skip the good parts! 🙂
Beautiful, my friend, beautiful. May your golden heart continue to shine to warm you and the rest of us. Love, Paulette
I love to hear your story telling voice Julie!! Its SO good! Please keep going ❤️
i love this – keep going, what a lovely true-life fairy tale, jules )
A sad start to the story….but there is hope, I know.
Brilliant, wonderful writing!
So moving and touching and just the start of the farmer and the young girls story
A story that is truly and honestly lived, makes for the best stories that are lovingly relived in the telling. I love that you have begun writing your ‘story well lived’ Jules, for I believe it’s destiny is to be one for the ages.
Wonderful, touching story and beautiful writing. Will be looking fwd to the next chapter…
Hi Julie, beautiful. How can I get your blogs on my email address. It’s just that I use email a lot more than face book.. Cheers Nicky
juligoyder@gmail.com
You captivate me. ♡