What seed, what root
It is busy here. Transplanting is brisk; up-potting is tight. The turkey poults arrived in the mail yesterday and are chirping under the red light of the cardboard box brooder. Radishes are ready for market as are transplants and eggs. Our CSA starts on Tuesday.
With added plant and animal life at Circle Acres comes added stress. Some of the things I worry about are late frosts, hail storms and loss of power to the brooder lights. None of these things come under my control. My livelihood is not exactly on the line, but the livelihoods of my pack certainly are. So I worry about pests and plant diseases and stray dogs. If we could fast forward to a time in the future where we are just living and working at Circle Acres, taking care of our community and ourselves, I wonder if I will dwell on these same worries as much.
Living that ascetic life is never far from my mind. I live among a pack that yearns for that life and lifestyle. Yearn might not even be strong enough. Ever reach for something so much that you come into a sickness for it, that unattainable abstract that you wish you could have but get physically and mentally pummeled for moving towards it? If I could think of a word for that then I would like to use it.
For an easy life it sure is hard to get there.
