Running in Wellies

In all the reviews that I have writ­ten for The Ris­ing Blog­ger (I have been here since Day One), I have never been more moved than I was today read­ing a post that was nom­i­nated by a pre­vi­ous win­ner. It is a story of loss. It is a story of love. The blog is Run­ning in Wellies and its author calls her­self The Farmer’s Wife. She is a lady who pretty much gave up her world to move to the mid­dle of nowhere (her descrip­tion) in Fin­land some 60 KM from the Russ­ian bor­der. One of life’s cru­el­ties is a mis­car­riage. But more than this sad­ness, The Farmer’s Wife tells of her expe­ri­ence in the third per­son. The reader gets the impres­sion they are read­ing a short story. But it is a true story. She writes, “20 min­utes later she had them all trot­ting in front of her up the drive and into the yard, the sound of Emily’s screams meet­ing them as they got closer to the house. The tears were stream­ing down Kay’s face as she shouted and waved her pole around, try­ing to get them back into the field from which they had escaped. Once again the unfair­ness of it all had hit her full in the face. She shouldn’t be doing this. She was loos­ing her baby; she should be tucked up under a duvet with a bar of choco­late or relax­ing in a hot bath, not this! “I shouldn’t be doing this, not alone!” she screamed into the air as the last of the cows ran back in to the field to join its friends. “Why aren’t you here with me, help­ing me? why aren’t you tak­ing care off me!” The post is from Octo­ber 10, 2007 and is titled The Mis­car­riage: My Life in the Third Per­son. We are sad­dened deeply by this post. We will not for­get it. It is our Post of the Day.