Good morning. It's 10:15 AM. Much later then I usually post. I finally have a moment to sit down.
God it's good to be home. I just ran the mail trail for 6 days. Tomorrow is the beginning of another 6.
The time away really deepens my appreciation for home and family when I get it. Thank God my immediate family isn't a mess and I want to be here. A lot of people don't have that luxury.
Annie is out with a pair of customers that showed up together. They're browsing our native plant selection.
I was out there earlier appreciating it. We've been selling natives for 4 years now. It's hard to believe. And it looks like there'll be a 5th. Two weeks ago it didn't look that way. But given our living situation it's seems to be our best option moving forward. I'll keep running the mail trail and paying the bills
Annie can be home with the kids and make a bit of money on the side selling plants.
Our kids aren't really kids anymore. One's married, moved out, in the military, and gonna have a baby daughter. The other 16 and hanging out with older male mentors. The youngest is going to be 14 and loves to ride horse with her mom.
We've asked them all periodically throughout their childhoods and adolescence if they wanted to go to school. It was,and is, always an emphatic no!
Of course I look back on my school years and see what they're missing. Friends, access to learning, school events, etc
But that was the 80's and early 90's. They're navigating a world where information flows freely. The thought of sitting in a school terrifies them. And I can see that. God it was boring.
It did teach me how to wish away my time though. I have had to tap into that running the mail route full time the past 3 years. What sustains me now though is that I am sacrificing my time for my family. Back then I didn't I didn't know what I was sacrificing for. I didn't have any real world experience. I loathed the world of adulthood. I didn't want anything to do with it.
At 51, part of me feels like I still haven't got with the program.
That part of me is looking forward to grandchildren. It's archetypal (a pattern written into the universe). Grandparents and grandchildren sorta bond and rebel a bit against the middle generation, the parents. Grandpa and grandma get a little eccentric before moving on to the great unknown.
I read that once in a James Hillman book. It made total sense to me. It put ideas to feelings I was having. Good psychology. Not the kind that's going to tell you to pull yourself up by your boot straps every single moment of every single day.
I am done meandering and musing now. Time to move on to firewood cutting. If you made it this far I hope you have a great Sunday.
I took this photo this morning. They're asters. I can't think of their name right now. I should know it. I have planted a lot of them. But I'm tired. My soul is still somewhere back on the mail route.. Hasn't caught up yet. Bye. The Midwestern kind :-)
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