I’m fairly convinced that part of
what makes life work for me is living schizophrenically. For my wiring, the
contrasts do me good. For instance, yesterday was about as country as it gets,
complete with farm chores and a dog healing up for her spay surgery there to be
hugged on every half hour. Today it was “drive to the city for business” with
an early morning drive into Nashville just like 9-5ers do. (How they do this
everyday is a mystery to me; the traffic alone is enough to keep me at home.
But lucky for me this is not an everyday ordeal.)
Yep, it’s been a long time since
those early morning drives to do a radio show that kept others entertained on
their early morning drives. Drive time traffic is one thing you don’t see much
of in the country; instead you’re apt to see oncoming drivers do the ol’
steering wheel hand flip in that friendly country wave that says “Howdy
neighbor~” (Things you don’t see so much in the city.)
That said, it was old home week as
my morning meetings involved folks I’d worked with years ago (back in radio
days). I hadn’t seen them in coon’s age and in addition to wanting to share a
business idea involving farming, I was happy to find they too, were now farming,
in their case, raising organic beef.
For the record, organic anything is
no small feat. Lots of folks think it means you simply don’t use antibiotics or
pesticides in the case of plants, but it is far more complicated than that, so
my hat’s off to those who’ve passed certification. It’s a three-year process in
gardening, which is why most of us are ‘natural’ or ‘homegrown’ farmers and
gardeners first…Organic means serious business, which is why their stuff costs
so much more.
The meeting lasted longer as a
result of our shared interests in the subject. There was just too much to catch
up on, after all last we’d all met, none of us were into this sort of thing.
Seems everywhere you turn folks are looking to live healthier lives; just so
happens food is a big part of it.
Meeting done and follow up steps in
place I made my way back to the country with a couple of stops for errands
along the way.
Back home I resumed the comfy jeans
and rubber boots; did my standard check
o’ the Rosey girl~ before feeding and watering the babies. I exchanged FB time for dog brushing
and goat huggings and just for good measure I canned four more jars of pickles
before calling it a day.
Life is good.
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