This morning I am writing my way around the winter blues.
It is spring. The snow is melting. A few days ago the sun was shining and I believed that spring had arrived. Yesterday and today the skies have been grey. The weather forecast predicts freezing temperatures, snow and more snow for the next week or so. My spirit feels weighted at the prospect of more winter weather.
The past weekend was a busy one. We continue to purge the material surplus in our lives. We had collected together a sizable volume of items, all in good condition and of possible value to someone else. A friend belongs to a little country church and was very happy to accept these items for their spring rummage sale. Over the weekend she and her husband dropped by for a cup of tea, a visit and to pickup the items for the church sale. We all had a nice chat, exchanging bits and pieces of information, advice and laughter.
Attila, at one time, managed a large farm. The fellow who has taken on that responsibility requested assistance in the way of advice from Attila, particularly in addressing government regulations, as they pertain to the operation of the farm. Attila invited him for a visit to that end. The gentleman arrived Saturday for an overnight stay. He and Attila enjoyed catching up with the news concerning mutual acquaintances and the business.
I have been spending time lately catching up the loose ends left dangling over the last few years. When we are both working long hours, little things are forgotten or ignored. One of my current projects is to track down acceptable receptacles for food storage. Attila and I buy ingredients in large quantities, from the flourmill and a food cooperative. The fifty-pound bags of flour, and twenty-five kilogram bags of items such as lentils and oatmeal, store easily until they are opened. At this point the contents of the bags need to be transferred to storage containers and shelved.
Over the years we have collected an array of food grade buckets with lids, which can be cleaned and work well for storing bulk food. However, we do not have nearly enough of them for our current needs. A twenty-five kilogram bag of sunflower seeds currently sits on the kitchen counter waiting to be transferred to suitable storage. I will be making calls locally to try and track down an establishment that discards used and empty food grade buckets, and may consider recycling them to us.
Routines have a way of leading me out of life’s low spots. Waiting for a reluctant spring is a low spot this year. Today is a baking day. A small portion of the sunflower seeds on the counter will find their way into the bread dough this morning. Once I have the bread safely rising on the hearth, it will be time to don my parka and rubber boots for the daily walk. On my return the bread will go into the oven and before I know it the house will fill with a comforting aroma. The day can proceed from there.
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"Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Driftwood; Table Talk, 1857
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The Institute for Infinitely Small Things
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Small Things Jewelry
Nanotechnology: Small Things and Big Changes in the Developing World
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