Food 26 Jul 2005 01:12 pm
Oh Happy Day.
It was a dream come true kind of morning. I picked fat blues off of the clusters, listened to my kids nearby laughing and making new friends, telling stories and having conversations that didn’t need sensoring or scolding. How refreshing to not have to scold them so much or feel nervous for them! There were robins and purple martins about; at one point a mother bird of some kind was chattering at me before her pile of berries on the ground, as if to say, “these are mine Lady!”. I just talked back and told her there were plenty to go around!
It was pretty hot on our heads. I had on David’s Spruance hat and an old man recognized the ship and told me how glad he was too see it represented. It must have been the heat affecting me because I forgot to ask him if he’d been on it and probably missed a really neat conversation.
I know I caught myself smiling more than once. We ultimately picked 10 lbs. of berries and paid 10 bucks for them! We’re looking forward to blueberry pie, pancakes, and smoothies.
Afterwards we went to Jinger’s house for lunch. We were at thier house Sunday for the Psalm sing and thier younger three children are still at home; two beautiful teenage girls and a boy just slightly older than Andrew. He’s a fellow gamer and they’ve hit it off really well. Those girls, as well as Jennifer’s girls, were making all over Rowan. Celia came in and started talking to him: “You like this doncha boy? All the beautiful women!” She’s a hoot!
We came home with Jinger’s homegrown tomatoes and squash, and with sweaty and hosed down wet chilin’s. Tired and happy, and okay honestly a little crabby (it can’t all be perfect ‘eh?) they are watching a movie until time for chess club later tonight.
Score big on on the eating locally/seasonally front: local blues picked in their prime, picked by my own hands. Wow. And they are popping sweet and juicy. It definatly rates high on the happy scale!
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Also to share:
Mom-in-law Carol sent this today and I liked it:
One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added,
“Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”
Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have.
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!
Please pass this page on to friends and acquaintances to help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.
“Life is too short and friends are too few.”
on 26 Jul 2005 at 9:28 pm 1.Cat said …
Just to make you feel even better about the weather up there… It registered OVER 100 on our van temp. display last week. And that was while we were MOVING. Glad you are getting out and enjoying everything around you! Cathy
on 27 Jul 2005 at 4:00 am 2.TiaDavidandOurLittleChickens said …
Yikes! I’d heard the rumors. People up here cheer up when I tell them that! As if they get a look in thier eye when they remember the falls. It’s not really “cool” here; yesterday I think I might have gotten a touch of heat stroke from the berry field and I’m sure it was in the high 90’s. But being a: used to much hotter during this month, b: knowing that in four weeks it will cooler, and c: knowing there is an actual COLD front coming in this weekend sure helps one keep perspective! I miss you! So far I’ve yet to find even another scrapbooker, let alone a consultant. I have a plan of action though and will continue to quietly look. I was thinking of a torn paper look in some blue and green shades for a mountain journaling page……