I haven’t posted much since early spring. But I have been writing every day. As I go about my chores, sit and stare out the window, hang out with friends, I’m composing at a furious rate.
I’ve written about my “a-HA!” garden moment, when I realized that all of the things I’ve been doing to be a “good organic gardener” have gotten in the way of being a sane organic gardener…and therefore, kept me from being a particularly good one.
I’ve written about my excitement over growing more than 19 carrots (10 pounds!).
I’ve written about the presidential primaries, and the candidates on display for our
amusement entertainment education.
I’ve written about my frustration, sadness, and impatience with the fact that Larry’s company won’t let him work from the farm, though it’s fully possible.
I’ve written about the abundance of flowers that grow around the house and land, and how they make every day better.
I’ve written about being overwhelmed by peppers and spaghetti squash, and finding recipes to help use them. (Jalapeno-Bacon Poppers with an Avocado, Cream Cheese, and Cheddar filling. Trust me.)
I’ve written about working as a personal chef, and having it go well while being absolutely exhausting, and figuring out how I want it to look so that I enjoy it. (Cooking in other people’s houses for them, and putting it on their tables family-style, and hearing the hum of conversation and laughter.)
I’ve written about the hesitation I feel about becoming “an official business.”
I’ve written about missing-not missing the classroom and teaching. Wow, do I miss talking to kids about good books.
I’ve written about the amazing (mostly) books that I’ve read.
I haven’t written any of it down, though, because I have really felt that the world is so very loud and full of words already. It seems like we are all so busy trying to be heard that no one is listening anymore. I’ve enjoyed (mostly) just listening.
But now it’s 5:31 p.m. and as dark as midnight, and I’m going to need to fill the dark with something, because the garden is almost done and winter will be long. So it’s possible that I’ll be here a little more often. At least until spring, when the light is back and there are seeds to plant.