Hubs helps me water the treetop garden every morning and afterwards he usually slips back down to his office to work. I noticed my garden needed a bit of attention this morning, so I've been out here for almost the past hour in the coolness of the morning. As I have harvested the radish seeds that were ready (since the hail destroyed them, I decided to experiment) I'll be planting the ones I harvested next season, I have been listening to the world wake up. The distant sound of hammers as the multitude of roofers working in the neighborhood are rushing to beat the heat slowly increasing in intensity as it got closer to acceptable working hours, was drowned out by the birds, cicadas, crickets and heaven only knows what other creatures singing their morning songs. It's an odd mix of the natural and man made sounds. Air conditioners and cars, the occasional plane and train. All of it melding together in a strange symphony. It's been peaceful.
I was thinking about my unconventional life and cherishing the blessing of it. My finger tips softly stained from the seed pods as I cracked them open. The scents of the garden blending with my coffee. Everything took such a beating in May when the hail storm went through, looking out into the trees I am finally seeing new leaves on trees that I feared would not survive. My non-traditional garden for me is bringing me so much joy, I was noticing it's time to succession plant the cowpeas, as they are losing their leaves, time to put all of their energy into the long seed pods.
I cherish these quiet moments.
Last week during a moment of rest I was browsing X and someone shared a photo of the typical schedule for a 1917 housewife. I had to save it. I was definitely laughing to myself as I realized it was very similar to my life. Sure I have modern conveniences that make for a slightly easier day, allowing me more time to do things like make quilts and get ready for craft fairs. I wondered if it must have been a list from a city dweller of the day, because there wasn't much time devoted to the garden (although maybe they knew secrets that have been lost to time?).
My house is definitely not Better Homes and Gardens, it's more "there appears to have been a struggle", there are plates with seeds drying, jars cooling, projects in processes. There are pup toys everywhere and a light sprinkling of puppy glitter everywhere. It's a bit of chaos, filled with love and joy. Who could ask for more? When my life was dull and empty it was immaculate. I don't miss the sparkling clean, I love this chaos, to me it means my life is ever changing and flexible. It means things are going on all around me, filling my days with love, joy and laughter.
I love this life. There are people that often ask Hubs, when I am going to return to the work world. To the hustle and bustle that has been created for us. I love his answer. Never (at least if we can help it). I work harder now than I ever did in the "work world" the difference is that now it is to make a home. To take care of my primary role, to be a wife, mom, grandma and pup-mom. I get to spend my days taking care of those around me. There isn't a paycheck to be had that is as valuable as that incredible feeling.
Today will be crazy busy here at my little suburban homestead. I have been neglecting a lot of things rushing to complete a special project before tomorrow. As I put the last stitches in last night, I was overjoyed. I can't share it yet, but I will. So today is a day of catching up, laundry, ironing, vacuuming, dusting, all the everyday things have been being touched, but not done. I haven't baked bread and there are peaches waiting to be made into cobbler. The watermelon that wasn't as sweet as Hubs likes, turned out amazing in the dehydrating sample, so I need to chop that up and finish dehydrating it. Our youngest grand daughter fell in love with it and might have finished off the whole batch last night.
I need to harvest some okra for dinner and finish the last of the corn cob jelly. I've also got to run out to the goat farm for milk and make a quick stop in the city to pick up the grands' projects they made when we went to Made for Kids the other day. Both girls created art with the 3D printer and they are ready.
All of that is before I can finally service my new 301A. I did tell Hubs it was to be my birthday present, so I am guessing it's a good thing it won't be finished until right before my birthday. It's going to be a crazy busy day. A good busy.
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| what 3 gallon bags of elderberries looks like dehydrated. |
I want to clear up my to do list before this weekend. I want to spend the weekend gathering wild elderberries and mullein. The things that we have forgotten in this life are incredible. Both will serve us well over the winter to prevent colds and illness. With none of those nasty side effects included.
Maybe a lot of the insanity and problems in our world would go away if we followed that old saying... Idle hands are the devils play ground. I rarely have a moment to be idle. I rarely have time to simply sit and surf. A moment here and there at the end of the day, but that's about it.
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| I'm well guarded while working in my sewing studio. No one is getting past my security team. |
Well time's a' wastin, I need to fix some breakfast and get busy with those chores. Thanks for joining me out here in the early morning sunshine and breeze. It's been a wonderful start to a great day. Again... thank you Lord for the blessings.
love and peace, b
