Friday, August 6, 2010

On Being Choosy:

Busy, busy! So much to do, so little time.

The plants in the garden seem to want to give us all their goodness at the same time. Or close to it.

It is a lifestyle choice made long ago and we still love it, even when we are so tired we fall in bed late at night, for days in a row.

Gotta’ get the food put up or go hungry come winter/spring of the following year. Some people work and pay for what they eat, We work to make the food for our table for ourselves. The hard way. Our choice.

There are days when I’m so tired and sore from the work of it, that I curse the choices I’ve made. But they are far and few. I plant a smile across my face and forge onward. I know how good it will taste to have home grown soup on a cold winter day.

I don’t know how long it will take before I can’t do this anymore? But for now I choose this. Hard work and home grown.


whitey said...

It is hard work, I went down and took pictures of my brother-in-laws garden the other night and was amazed at the size of it. He had at least 78 tomato plants with a row of 500 sunflowers blooming. Just hopes every thing does not ripen at once.

Elizabeth Munroz said...

I just fell upon your site and was taken by your comments about winter soup. Kudos to you, Lady, for doing what our Great Grandmothers did before us, for doing what I cannot. May your work be ever fruitful!