Going to gratitude keeps me sane so often these days.
I was grateful the other day for two free hands during daylight hours to harvest sweet potatoes.
It was a mediocre harvest this year. I only sowed the Japanese purple ones, thinking they had done the best and therefore deserved all the space. Yet the weather this year was different enough from the year before that they were pretty measly. So the lesson of the Great Potato Famine vs Peruvian potatoes has been relearned experientially.
At least the bell peppers and Seminole pumpkins are still going strong. And the garlic came up.
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“two free hands during daylight hours”– there’s truth in that, even for persons who are not young mothers, or the mother of a very young child. Handwork: a way to manage the insanity in the public square and, maybe as a result, in the soul. Thanks for the reminder. More for me to be grateful for!
Handwork definitely helps manage the soul’s sanity. Even more so for me if my hands are in dirt.
I wanted to stop by and wish you the merriest of holidays.
Aww, thank you! To you as well! *raises a coffee mug* cheers!