Motorcycle Twos and Fairy Tales

While on a motorcycle ride with my husband this week, I noticed two boats in a cornfield. That they were in a cornfield didn’t actually bother me. That they were there without trailers did. It reminded me of sights a few years ago while helping in Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina. Only, those trailerless land boats down south were considerably larger and just plain sad. These two MI cornfield boats were just out of place.

I didn’t have much time to reflect on it as we sped along, when I saw another cornfield half cut of its crop. Again I slipped into melancholy mood noticing that the stalks were only chest high on the last week of September. Oh, what a hot, droughty summer we’ve had! But then I went into manic-depressive mode when we flew past two sand hill cranes enjoying the left behind corn. For some reason, those gallant-looking birds with their red-spotted eyebands just tickle me. I would have tapped my husband to stop to see them, too, but we were going about 50 mph, a car was closely following us, and by the time we’d have safely stopped and turned around, the two birds would have flown off anyway. But they got me thinking about numbers. Twos, to be precise. And being the proud owner of thousands of fairy and folk tales, I started looking for the third set of two – three tasks to complete in order to marry the princess, a poor step-sister returns to the palace ball three times, three little pigs; you get it – so my eyes were peeled for another pair to complete our journey.

Ride. Ride. Ride.

Look. Look. Look.

I noticed tips of some trees starting to turn color, but no two colored trees standing together.

Poison ivy has already turned. Green-leafed trees with red-leafed trunks is an interesting and sure clue of that tricky stuff that gives me rashes, but I saw no two red-leafed trunks by each other.

Ride. Ride. Ride.

Still no two.

I thought if it had been Tuesday, maybe I could cheat. Then it clicked that two of us were on the motorcycle. It might be cheating again, but not really, since it was my own game and I was playing it alone, and we are two. That reminded me of when we played the ABC game while traveling when our boys were little, we knew we could always pull into our drive and run around the car to end the game because a Z was on our car license plate. It was very satisfactory to complete the game.

Ride. Ride. Ride.

Maybe I was going to have to call in my two on a motorcycle.

And then about four miles from home, I saw them, romping in a bright green field at first dusk. The most beautiful creatures of all – two muscular horses on a hill, their coats shimmering in the fading light. How more fairy-tale could it get?

With my quest successfully completed, we galloped home. I mean, rode. And, oh. Right. We were heading there, anyway.

Game over.

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