I got out early one morning this week to feed and water my chickens before the temps hit the 90s. While I was out there, I mucked out one of the pens. I pulled chickweed, dandelions, and various weedy greens from the potato bed and tossed them to the girls. Almost two hours later I came in soaking wet and happy.
Chickens and a garden are the best mental health professionals I know. Only long walks in good weather can come close.
I grabbed a bottle of San Pellegrino and drank about half of it down. One of my favorite songs from My Brightest Diamond ran through my head.
When you’re privileged, you don’t know you’re privileged. When you’re not, you know.
I know how lucky I am. I live in the country surrounded by tall trees. I’ve spent years trying to turn a clay creek bank into a garden. While I don’t grow nearly enough food to feed my family, I enjoy the fruits of my labor. When my labors fall short, there are well-stocked grocery stores within a few miles.
Before we get complacent, here are a couple of things to think about:
Almost a quarter of the children in Oklahoma are food insecure. That’s a function of our politics, but how does one get out the vote when people are struggling to just get by? How does one change the mindset that hunger is all ones own fault?
We’ve just come off one of the coldest Aprils on record and THE hottest May on record. Coupled with drought, what will this do to our food supply? What will it do to food prices in a state where too many already have trouble feeding their families?
We all need to appreciate our own good luck. We also need to think about what we can do to share our luck and our know-how.