earthy

last year, my sis-in-law jessica posted something about how canning (fruits, sauces, veggies, whatever) makes her feel "earthy." i was impressed with that description and have since tried to notice when in my life i, too, am feeling grounded and earthy. it's happened a lot recently.

like this morning on my wee-hours run, i saw a moving tractor's headlights out in the field. although i had nothing to do with the productivity of the tractor driver, i couldn't help but remember back to the days when i, too, drove a tractor through the night (9 p.m. to 9 a.m.) harvesting pie cherries one summer in high school. something about the smell of alfalfa and a sleepy but trudging-along tractor and knowing that, hey, i might not exactly be producing food to sustain life, but we're in this pale early-morning task together. downright earthy.

and like yesterday, when my father-in-law came to sunday dinner and brought two bags full of veggies he'd grown in his garden. so many fresh peas, pop the pod right open and toss the peas into my mouth. (forget the fact that i've never so much as laid a finger on the earth that grew them...) and i'll probably still feel undeservedly earthy when i saute up some of that squash for dinner tonight, sprinkled of course with cheese from another farm's cows.

and like last week when i biked my girls around in the trailer next to carson shooting his plasma blaster. carson was talking about how he needed gas to pedal his bike (translation: he needed a drink of water), and i was like, nope, we don't even need a drop of gas to pedal bikes (translation: i was ignoring his muted request for a drink because i had not even a swig of liquid handy but once we got home i knew he'd be able to drink to his heart's content). leg muscles: a natural resource. earthy.

and like a while ago when i sat outside on our driveway in a camping chair reading a magazine, supposedly so i could keep an eye on the manually-operated sprinklers, but actually because there was really nowhere in our house that i could sit unless i wanted to lounge on some tack strips or the hardwood floor.

and when i brushed my teeth with my finger because i didn't have a toothbrush. and when i watched lizzie walking the 3 miles to pemberly through the rain to see her sick sister jane in pride & prejudice. and when i left my cell phone at home on purpose. earthy earthy earthy.

i know what you're thinking. i'm a virtual 100% cotton canvas tote of organic granola mix.

peace.