Two precious deer feed upon the fallen apples of the old apple tree at the old Mabey Homestead.
The Endearing Simplicity of Truth
By Richard Mabey Jr.
All day today, I was thinking that there is a certain simplicity to my book. It lacks the excitement of a spy novel. It is not a spicy, seedy romance story. It is not about a man who has a secret identity and at night wears a flashy costume to fight crime. It is not a blood and guts police story. Rather, it is rather plain, solemnly simple and reverently calm. It celebrates the ordinary, the mundane moments in life. It finds the grand nobility of ordinary people.
Throughout my book, there is references to the wild animals that flourished in the forest that lied to the north of the old Mabey Homestead. In some ways, it is as if the harmony and flow of life; centered upon the white-tailed deer, the little squirrels jumping from tree to tree, the wise old owl hooting from the old maple tree, the blue jays and the robins chirping songs in the early morning, the frog sitting on a log on the old canal and the sound of the crickets echoing into the night.
Often times, deer would come from the forest edge and bravely walk to the old apple tree in the backyard of the Mabey Homestead. It never lost its majestic magic, its wonder, its charm. For the deer, it was a delightful and enjoyable dessert. Somehow they knew that even though they were close to civilization, that they were safe and sound on the property. There was something very peaceful, very assuring, very calming about looking into the eyes of a deer as they chomped on an apple and looked across the yard to see all of us watching them.
This is a rather short blog. I’m very tired. Very tired. I had a bit of a rough day at work. Quite a few rude people passed by Gatehouse today. It’s just the way it is when all the snowbirds are here. It’s just a fact of life.
Every night and every morning, I pray for the good Lord to give me guidance, wisdom and insight in the work of doing a rewrite of my novel. I know how superficial this may sound, but I also pray that my comic book collection does well at auction. It was a huge sacrifice to make. But it was worth it to raise the money to see my book become published.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Never give up on your dreams. Never. Don’t let anyone put you down. Stand tall and proud. Pursue your dreams with all the enthusiasm, joy and positive energy that you can muster in your heart. Never give up! Never!