#14 – The camp site

We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place was literally empty, no one else beside us. A good feeling came over me and I think it was because of his trust. Simple, refreshing and something I don’t often experience. Before disappearing around the corner, he shouted something over his shoulder, which I didn’t understand. “A calf was just born!” he had said in Swiss German.

A few minutes later he returned, Pops settled the bill and we went off to see the calf. A tiny little fellow, wet, lying on the ground with his mother mooing as she licked him clean. Whenever one of us got close to take a picture, the cow moved away, mooed and stared at us. Not menacingly, but with a look of annoyance. When we retreated, she returned to resume her cleaning and caring.

A muddy field,
New life,
Friendly onlookers,
And curious human beings like me,
Still amazed and grateful to witness life.

The calf being born reminded me of my own children, bringing on a barrage of thoughts and feelings to rummage through. Not really what I would have imagined.

What a nice gift for a cool, summer day…