Today, I had the joy of having a day off work and a daughter who just wanted to have some down time in her bedroom. I know, right?! Graciously (and without hesitation!), I took the opportunity to pick up the shovel and start mulching the beds down by the river rock creek. It couldn’t have been a more beautiful day–sunny, breezy, not too hot. I reveled in the moment.
After awhile, however, my body kindly suggested it was time for a break. I sat on my front porch and surveyed the scene
in front of me, antsy to get back out there but knowing my shoulder needed a break. It got me to thinking about how the homesteader/gardener/farmer can relax when the body says, “STOP!”
For those of us who derive so much pleasure from doing, it’s hard to remember that sometimes, we can derive happiness from being. So sit in the garden and talk to the birds or peruse through a cookbook at your kitchen table. Me, I’ll be fingering through my seed packets and dreaming of warm, juicy tomatoes and pickled dill cukes.