It has been a while since I’ve been here. I could say it’s the busy time of year, but for me, all times of the year are busy. I write, I run a household, I raise and preserve a good deal of my own food, and I have friends and family to whom I willingly give some time.
I could blame all I have to do, but it would be a lie. What it is, is the weather. Just past the halfway mark, we’ve already had a years’ worth of rain.
I prefer rain to drought because I live on high ground and I’m terrified of wildfires. And war. Politics and weather! It’s all enough to make one feel anxious.
One night a couple of weeks ago, we got seven inches of rain here, and two more inches in the two days following. Now, I’m not going to complain. I’m one of the lucky ones. The creek behind my house didn’t overflow onto my garden. My chickens survived the deluge. It seems selfish to say that all I suffered was anxiety.
I had no television reception or WiFi, but by the back window I had a Hotspot. My eyes were glued to videos of houses slipping off their eroded banks into the Cimarron River, of barges loose on the Arkansas and crashing into the dam downstream. All this misery! But humans are nothing if not resilient…and dangerous. How much of this have we brought on ourselves?
Following every rain since, I’ve had to go out into the garden and scoop dirt on exposed potatoes, but they are lovely potatoes, and they will be dug in their good time.
I’ve discarded old tomato cages that loosen their Earth Staple moorings and fall over when the ground gets soft. Now I use deep stakes, nothing fancy. It works, and I’ve harvested my first Mexican Midget tomatoes and Jimmy Nardello peppers.
Life is as good as you make it. Being anxious doesn’t help, even if you can’t help being anxious. But there’s a remedy. Go out to the garden. Count your chickens and gather eggs. Make a meal for someone. Give some of your fresh produce away. Breathe deeply. Love.