Growing a baby bean has meant there has been less energy to spare on growing green beans, peas, carrots, and all other things garden. So I’ve been trying to focus on what I can do in little bits, without the added physical stress of leaning over my raised beds, not quite able to breathe properly, while baking in the day’s sun. I’ve realized that although I love cutting bits of the pioneer life and pasting them into our modern day, it is, ultimately, a choice. It’s easy for us, in the year 2016, to believe that those hard working folks had lovely lives, and to some degree, I’m sure they did, but most of all, we’d be kidding ourselves if we didn’t think that their lives were really just…hard. I’m so grateful for the luxury of choice. I’m trying to remind myself that I don’t have to have animals to care for if it’s not working for us at this time. I don’t have to grow vegetables if the work isn’t worth the harvest. What can I do to stay true to myself? Well, I’m working on buying our produce locally, and canning bit by bit each week, and we’ve been foraging….
Don’t worry, the toad was just for kicks. We’re not going to eat him.