Beam and Forth have separated after a huge fight on the day of Forth's graduation.
For five long years, Beam has missed him and regrets that he never said the truth during the argument. Will he ever have the strength to correct his mistake?
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My apologies for this being a very lengthy read. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the story. I won't be offended AT ALL, IF YOU SKIP IT. It's just the crazy Canuk venting... sorta.
This story was my biggest challenge to write, well, rather to keep going. Where I live, my summer temperatures are usually between 22 and 25 C from May until the end of July with August and September being the "hot months" with temperatures reaching 30 C. This year, its been totally off! Beginning in late May, our temperatures soared, breaking records set over a hundred years ago. We easily topped 30+ many days, and by July, were reaching 40 C.
Heat wasn't the only issue. On average, I receive a TOTAL of 450 mm of precipitation. Half of that comes in the form of snow fall, the rest in rain. We received less than 100 mm of snow and only 60 mm of rain this year. We are officially in our 3rd straight year of drought.
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(The difference in my cattle pond in three weeks. In 60 years, it's NEVER been dry. It's flooded, but never been dry. If you look closely, you can see the tracks of the wildlife as they desperately walked through the mud for the last drops of water. The mud line indicates last year's level. As well, you can see how the lack of rain has turned the hay field in the distance, brown. )
I live in the center of the largest farming areas of Canada. Seriously, I am only half a mile from what is the geographical center of North America! The Prime Meridian! The original surveyor's button is still there! The trail, the road that they cut is long gone, but the long, six foot button driven into the ground with the words, Prime Meridian, is there. Other than snakes, and flowers, there isn't anything here to see.
My neighbors and I are under several attacks to our livelihoods, not just weather related. We have hoards of grasshoppers eating whatever hay that manages to survive to feed the poor cattle, or vegetables to feed us. I walk out of my door in the morning and they cling to my legs, my shirt and even end up in the house. They are everywhere. Chickens and grouse are fat. But there is no wheat, barley or oats. The hoppers have eaten it clean. Everywhere, there is no grain crops. They've withered up and died under heat and no rain.
Just think about it... from 140 acres of barley, 6 bales of hay, and not one - one bushel of seed. Fucking grasshoppers. I can't swear at the weather. It's useless. I can stomp on a grasshopper!
