My heart is in a million different places following Thanksgiving. There seems to be so much to do and so little time. Chaos has tucked itself into almost every corner of my life and life seems to be slipping away faster than I realize.
Just the other day, I looked at my husband in complete disbelief at the realization that it is the end of November. I then shouted, “HOW!?”
I cannot believe we have been going through this weird, covid restricted, life altering phase for 9 months now. I also cannot believe how though each day seems to bring great stress and new fears, we have somehow walked through the trenches—pressing forward. After all, what is the alternative?
I hosted a rather small holiday meal in our quaint cabin. An unforeseen circumstance I can assure you. As we gathered around my locally made table, plates full, and laughter bouncing between each of us—I sat fully content with how the day played out.
Here in our small cabin, floors scratched to smithereans due to puppy paws and play time, walls made of raw, untreated wood adorned with rustic decor and tiny bits of love—I found that we stripped away all of the build up from the last 9 months.
Again, I looked to my husband and said, “If this is all we have for every holiday to come, it’s enough for me. This is enough for me.”
Following dinner, my mother and I washed dishes as the boys rushed off to the shop to mount the trophy harvest of deer provided by my determined husband. We turned on the Christmas Classic music and danced, quite uncoordinated, as we knocked out perhaps the most daunting hosting task. (Especially when you don’t have a dishwasher.)
Later, after the pups were asleep and the room was quite, I texted my mom that our little dance party while cleaning was my most favorite part of the day.
I always find that I am most creative following a good event. The next day, completely exhausted from the preparation the day before, I rested. Then I rested some more. I then nestled in with a cup of peppermint tea and began making a to-do list for the season. A list of all the things that needed to be done around our growing farm before Spring and the gardening season came. The list went as so:
- Finish garden paneling
- Pull the old layout from Garden location #1 and finish the new layout. (No more railroad ties)
- Skirt the greenhouse (this really should be #1)
- Order the necessary supplies for a much, MUCH larger garden
- Get started/finish chicken run for days I don’t feel comfortable letting them free range
- Pressure was the buildings
How funny that my contentment only last a day or two before I felt like I immediately needed to get busy again.
I’m making an intentional effort to change all of that in the coming year. 2020 revolutionized the way we (me and my husband) viewed our life and goals. We pressed “go” on goals we had planned to accomplish in the next 3-5 years as well as 5-10 years. We regret nothing. If anything, we are hungry for more of the simplicity we’ve been able to create these last 9 months.
I don’t want to be naive in assuming that everything will go back to the way it was before Covid. However, If it doesn’t we are nonetheless excited about the life we are creating.
There’s more to come with our farm, produce, and life. Stay tuned.
With love, Elizabeth.