I have been a very bad Homestead observer lately. I've basically ignored it, rushing about doing nine million in-town errands, barely giving her a second glance as I cruise down the road towards town. It's gorgeous right now, spectacular, and I'm missing it. Makes me wonder how many other things I'm neglecting and ignoring in a race to keep up with our busy slightly schizophrenic lives.
Do you see that crazy dusty pink lighting on the ground? This picture was taken at dusk, while the kids and I were walking around checking things out. Dusk light is something I can't get enough of. It's hard to do it justice with a photo, but I try.
Today, while I walked from the root cellar back up to the house, a chicken waddled in front of me on the path we take to get from house to root cellar. I got a profound sense of nostalgia, which happens a lot around here. It occurred to me (once again) that this path was worn in by thousands (millions?) of footsteps before us; by chickens and Homesteaders who are long dead, who were possibly noticing the same beautiful quality of light that I was just noticing. That is what gets me about the farming life. The simple ritual of daily occurrences, chores, done over and over without the distractions of city life. Thoughts become so much simpler, and satisfying.
There are billions of beautiful things happening in nature at any given instance, all the time, and that is crazy. The Homestead is profoundly artistic and beautiful, without even trying. Andy and I were talking about how we were nostalgic for the present. Someday we will move off of this Homestead. And I don't want to lose this connection. I want to remember that it is important to pay attention to birds, weather,water, moths, spiders, chickens, paths, all of it. These are the most important things.