A young man applied for a job as a farmhand. When the farmer asked for his qualifications, he said, “I can sleep when the wind blows because I keep my ducks in a row.” This puzzled the farmer. But he liked the young man, and hired him.
A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night by a violent storm. They quickly began to check things out to see if all was secure. They found that the shutters of the farmhouse had been securely fastened. A good supply of logs had been set next to the fireplace.
The young man slept soundly. The farmer and his wife then inspected their property. They found that the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the elements. The tractor had been moved into the garage. The barn was properly locked. Even the animals were calm. All was well.
The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man’s words, “I can sleep when the wind blows because I keep my ducks in a row.” Because the farmhand did his work loyally and faithfully when the skies were clear, he was prepared for the storm when it broke. So when the wind blew, he was not afraid. He could sleep in peace, because he had his….
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(moral; if you have all your ducks in a row; your affairs in order; your farm animals and tools secured, you should be able to sleep with-out worry and your prepared in case a storm rolls in.)
have a ducky day
Art~
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November 9, 2011 at 8:30 am
Warrior Poet Wisdom
If you want to make an easy job seem mighty hard, just keep putting off doing it. ~Olin Miller 🙂
November 9, 2011 at 9:09 am
Miss Demure Restraint
All of this and NaNoWriMo too. You are are amazing.
November 9, 2011 at 11:09 am
zumpoems
Be prepared!
November 9, 2011 at 1:10 pm
mbwilliams
Great concept! You are not the first to teach me this, but you word it beautifully.
November 9, 2011 at 2:09 pm
Sue Dreamwalker
Have a Ducky day too my friend… We should all of us use this Wisdom…
November 9, 2011 at 3:34 pm
granbee
The picture of the little lead duckling clambering up to lead his brothers and sisters just added at least a full shelf full of volumes of meaning and ramifications to your post today. Thank you, Art.
November 9, 2011 at 3:41 pm
granbee
Art, the ulta child-protective firewall of the computer I am using rightnow will not allow access to commenting on your “Butterfly in a Hurricane” (because of the butt- first syllable–go figure!), so I am placing it here: just celebrated this post to no end, because the butterfly does indeed “live outside”. Butterflies KNOW hurricanes are a natural part of its world and live in calm acceptance, see?
January 3, 2012 at 5:39 am
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