Blame it on my southern California, flip-flops-in-every-season upbringing – but if I were to have a choice, I’d probably go barefoot most of the time. Working on a farm, that’s a less than stellar idea, but with the grass coming back to life lately, I’ve found more than one occasion to slip off my shoes.
I’ve gotten the fun opportunity to help my housemates start a garden at home, and for the first time in my life, I can honestly say I can’t wait to make mistakes. What I mean is, though I helped with the Polyface garden last year and look forward to helping again this year, I’m excited to have an area to play with, in which I can try and fail and succeed, all in the space of a few 8-foot square raised beds. It seems to me that mistakes made in this kind of setting – a personal setting – stay with you in a deep way and inform your future decisions, gardening and otherwise.
Driving to and from the farm each day, I find myself with the windows fully rolled down, music off, and my mind clear. I just love taking in the morning and evening sounds of spring! Nature’s a bit rowdy lately, with all her spring peepers, humming insects, blowing breezes and jovial little songbirds; not to mention the gentle lowing of the cows and sweet cheeping of the chicks. I love each of these distinct sounds.
I secretly wish there was a reason to dye eggs all year long. My family has long since outgrown this tradition, but every year I still get a wee bit disappointed that no one wants to dye eggs. Truth be told, the tablecloth and our hands had more shades of pink and purple on them than the eggs did by the end of it. Anyhow, here’s a link to a post I did last year on natural egg dyes. Let this farm chick know if you try them!
So if you came to my house today, and sat in my kitchen, what random thoughts would you share with me? I’d love to hear them!
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