Gosh, it’s been a while.
How are you navigating the big teeter-totter of 2020?
Everything is the same here on the farm and nothing is as it ever was.
This summer in photos.
The year of oddness continues. The year everyone will talk about long into the future. The year that brought us to our knees with blow after devastating blow. We try holding our own and holding on. The day to day challenges seems to keep coming. We try to roll with them and say that it is what it is. We try to be accepting.
I try to be thankful for what I have and grateful for even the tiniest of things. Sometimes I fail. Sometimes I fall short and it takes me down and under into a swirling abyss.
We have had a very hot dry summer. Day after day week after week, we watered the gardens until we worried about the well going dry. Then late summer the rains came and they wouldn’t end. Today is the third day of rain, remnants from hurricane Delta. Weary from this rain, but do not want to forget those that have gone through such difficult times with weather-related incidents. Fires and hurricanes. We must not complain.
My weeks have passed with sameness, farm chores and tending to wounded and sick animals. Chasing away fox and hawks, all summer, unrelenting. Loving on new chicks that have hatched. Painting happy little scenes that are a reflection of my life here on the farm and my love of nature. I’ve painted mostly birds, and flowers and bees and butterflies. Countless hours are spent cutting flowers, arranging flowers. I have had the most delightful time setting up and arranging displays at the farm stand art wagon. Each week I bake bread and arrange flowers and sell them along with my paintings at a small local market on Saturday, where we social distance, wear our masks, slather ourselves in hand sanitizer and sweat. It is the same week after week. I look forward to this time, and at the same time, I dread it. I dread standing in the heat, and I dread coming in contact with people. I am also so grateful beyond words, that I have had this place and these people in my life at this time. Truly, it is what has gotten me through the days.
Since March I have been to the grocery store 6 times. That’s it. No shopping just for fun, I go in and get what I need and leave. We don’t visit with folks, go out to eat or go to public spaces. I have had several doctor and hospital visits, because of some health problems. I go to the market on Saturday, that is my entertainment. Work and pleasure rolled into one. Speaking of which, I have come to realize the old saying that if you do what you love, you will never “work” again, isn’t for me, accurate. My work – farming in particular is a labor of love, but I have come to that place of realizing that we have grown weary. We work all the time, there is never any downtime. We need more in our lives, actually, I think we need less, in our lives. For five years I have worked hard at trying to grow our farming business, this year I have put in an incredible effort. There have been lots of roadblocks along the way. My little farm stand is now without much business at all in spite of my efforts. Most of my customers have gone into “backyard” farming of their own. I realize that the time has come to open my mind to other options. I have been asking my spirit guides to send me signs of what is next.
I hope you all are well and have been able to navigate these times as best as possible.
Until next time,