Summer
has certainly arrived, our outside thermometer reads 76.6 F and it is
only 10:10 AM. It is on the Northside of the house but it might get
some reflected heat. Our house was built to face a now non-existent
road, so it is not square on the compass. The Northside is really
canted somewhat Northeast. When the Sun begins to rise in its most
Northerly spot on the horizon our thermometer ceases to be accurate,
especially in the Mornings. More information than you were interested
in I am sure.
Jamie
and I celebrated our 45th Wedding Anniversary last Night.
It was good. I may have celebrated a little too much.
We
have a hose that runs a hundred yards out to where I water the sheep.
It has been laying in the same place for over twenty years. It has
become buried under the grass for most of its length. I don't have to
concern myself with it when I mow the lawn except where it arises to
meet the outlet. A couple days ago when I mowed the lawn I ran over a
spot where the hose was lifted up and I cut it. After twenty years of
going over the hose I cut it!? To add insult to injury the hose is
too brittle to repair with a repair kit. I will have to replace it.
I
don't have to replace it, the sheep can now roam all three sections
of the pasture and I can water them at another place where I have a
hose. Decisions, decisions. If I thought we were going to stay here I
would replace it as I may occasionally want to close off that section
of the pasture and then I would need it.
One
of us brings up moving about every ten minutes, it is constantly on
our minds. Jamie is busy disposing of stuff she collected for over 40
years. She is always doing a building or art project and there are
many collections of stuff associated with them.
For
me it is giving up all my dreams and ideas of this place. I never
thought I would ever leave here. Earlier today I thought about how I
always saw this place as a refuge in case of a financial or other
disaster. We could feed all our kids and grandkids plus a passel of
friends from this little farm. It is amazing how productive twenty
acres can be if the purpose is just food production.
I
think the decision to move is a good one. I have not wavered but part
of the decision is processing all the ideas I had, especially the
unrealized ones. Well, I am in my 84th year, it is a time
for writing and contemplation. I will grow out of the past and into
the future like a butterfly emerging from their chrysalis [is it okay
to compare my aged self with a butterfly? Some may suggest a
burrowing insect as more appropriate]. Hey! I must have wings that
need stretching. The world beckons. Who knows what lies ahead!
I
do love it all! Have a great Wednesday!
Love
and Peace, Gregg
No comments:
Post a Comment