Mindful Monday

Strawberries don't talk,

they bounce!

And they laugh!

Katie Pie

Whatcha Doin'?

Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I found it very easy to call people up and chat.  No agenda, nothing important going on, no reason at all; I would just chat.  I'd even call people I knew in other countries, just to chit chat.  I don't know when this became difficult for me.  It may be connected to the periods of time when I have had no phone, but I don't think so.

Regardless of when it happened, I am solidly in a "not very chatty" phase.  Don't get me wrong, I actually still love to chat, I simply no longer instigate these opportunities the way I used to.  Part of it, I am sure, has to do with busy-ness.  I do have a lot on my plate these days. At the same time though, I ploughed through a 1001 New York Times crossword puzzles book (with the aid of my hubby) in about 6 months or so.  Definitely enough time for plenty of chatting there.

So then, I blame it on not knowing how busy others are and not wanting to interrupt their busy schedules with the trivialities of my life.  It gives me an easy out, sort of.

A similar principle holds true here, on my blog.  I run out of stuff to say, because to me, it seems like I will be repeating myself, over and over again.  I mean, writing about sustainability and living on a growing farm is bound to be that way.  For example:

The Fruits of Our Labors

We have the tremendously good fortune of having a wonderful neighbor.  Miss Morell is an older woman who has lived an exceptionally hard life (at least on American terms) and she is one of the "givingest" people I know.  On her single acre of land she grows a phenomenal variety of flowers.  There are fruit trees as well, of many different varieties. The greenness of her thumb is beyond compare.  She also always grows a garden that would put the average prepper to shame  Much of what is in her garden she no longer eats. Between ailments that restrict her diet and time worn habit, she frankly subsists on barely any food at all.  But she keeps on growing it all.  I think most of her produce goes out to family members and friends.  Over the years she has given us a great deal of fresh produce.  Sometimes we are blessed with foods that are not our favorites (okra) and other times there are foods that we relish (last year's cushaw squash dividend, a single cushaw is good for several meals).