Lenore listening to EmmyLou Harris and me
May 17, 2008 – Moved firewood this morning, grazed sheep, had a photoshop and Aperture lesson with Melissa. Had some visitors, some welcome, some not. Did farm chores, brought out hay, checked water. Took the dogs for a four-wheeler ride. Tired. Going to see Warren. Going tonight to see Emma, who shared the farm life with Izzy and lived here for a couple of years.
I took the tractor out and tackled the huge pile of firewood in front of the farmhouse, moving it in the bucket to the carriage barn. Lenore came with me, and while I worked, I was listening to EmmyLou Harris on my iPod singing “Love Hurts,” so beautifully, and it made me sad because it is so true, and so I sang the song to Lenore, who looked sad and attentive.
“Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, mmm, mmm, love hurts
I’m young I know but even so,
I know a thing or two, I learned from you
Love is like a stove burns you when it’s hot
Love hurts, mmm, mmm, love hurts.”
Lenore loves it when I sing to her, her ears go back and her tail wags, although not as much as she loves to be fed, but I tried to get my basic message through to her big but young heart. The world can be cruel, I told Lenore, and you perhaps do not know that it is not as full of love as you are, and you might be hurt one day, so be prepared. She came over and gnawed on my nose as I piled logs onto the tractor bucket. Lenore, the Hound of Love, cannot comprehend the abscence of love, so I don’t think my message really got through. The heard of a Lab is big, and eternal, and it is not put off by the sometimes cold and cruel ways of the world.
“Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
But they’re not fooling me
I know it isn’t true, know it isn’t true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts,mmm, mmm, love hurts.”
I thought Lenore ought to know.