A Busy Day and a Lesson


I am not as young as I once was. It doesn’t trouble me, in fact, I embrace this season of my life full on. I wouldn’t trade these years for anything, but occasionally unexpected things look me in the face and say “you’re not a young woman any more.”

Yesterday, I canned one last batch of beets and, with that, I’m declaring canning season over. I wrote before about how I’m paring down my canning activities this year. I have mixed feelings about the decision, but I’m sticking with it.

Thinking about school lunches, I also baked oatmeal cookies and bran muffins (Gerry did a happy dance when I announced that I was going to bake), and chopped raw veggies to have on hand for the week. I realized early on that baking while babysitting a pressure canner wasn’t the wisest choice, but carried on nonetheless.

There’s more I intended to do, but by the time I pulled the last tray of muffins out of the oven I was done, and seriously thinking about a nap. But we had other things to tend to. I begged off cooking dinner by declaring family pizza and movie night, and by the time I climbed into bed I was too tired to read more than a page.

This morning I slept late. Waking around 7 doesn’t allow for the anywhere near the amount of quiet morning time I like, so that was disappointing. But it did reinforce for me that my weariness yesterday was real and that I need to give myself permission to do one thing not ten things at the same time.

Isn’t it lovely that life continually offers opportunities for us to learn and grow?

signature-fonts

I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.