As I just told Alisa – I feel like a settler woman.
Baking, laundry, weeding, sowing seeds, making a fire – all of the endless domestic things you do when you’re living “on the land.”
In a way it feels a bit surreal – in a whole bigger way, it feels awfully good. I suppose it gives some purpose and meaning – not in the big sense of changing the world, but perhaps in the more important sense of having some small impact on my little world.
At any rate, I also needed to get out, so early this morning, Abby and I went to Butter and did the lower half of the mountain. It felt good to stretch and work my whole body. Bigger hike coming up tomorrow.
After lunch I got out into the garden – got cabbage, broccoli and cauliflower into the ground – and more lettuce. I mean, can you ever have too much lettuce?
I think not.
And then weeding the rhubarb patch. I swear I pulled out a comfrey root that was making its way to Bali (who can blame it?) and a quack grass root that was halfway to Nashville.
Next on the schedule: shepherd’s pie for dinner.
If the weather report does what it’s supposed to do, I may dig out my shorts tomorrow morning. Exciting!