Whoever called living like I do, simple, was mad.... it is very complicated to pull all the strings of this life together. Successfully living the "simple" life is a very misunderstood and under-appreciated skill. I am not being arrogant or professing to have mastered the skill; I am very much still learning, but every day brings its challenges, rewards and complications.
Just take a look at what is on my kitchen table tonight....
- sourdough bread rising.... timed to carefully fit in with tomorrow's schedule
- sourdough starter which I have just fed
- mung beans soaking in preparation for making patties tomorrow
- dried mushrooms soaking because I have run out of them in my compost bags and need some for pizzas I am making tomorrow night
- a new breakfast is on trial so in my crockpot I have 1/2 cup brown rice, 1/2 cup barley, 1/2 cup hulled millet, some dates, lemon juice, dried cranberries and vanilla stewing away overnight
- 2 little tubes of silver beet seedlings from Sandra, which need attention
- the last of my Lady in the Snow apples to dry
- a bag of dried lemon verbena leaves a friend gave me and I MUST find a home for
- a bowl of oca, cape gooseberries and a large Jerusalem artichoke all of which need planting NOW
- persimons from Alicia that I was meant to collect last week
- on the stove is beef stock, made from bones given to me yesterday
and in the fridge
- milk from Sophie the Jersey cow which causes endless complications with Frances who shares it with me.... I forget to leave her full bottles out for her to pick up if I am going out.... then what happens when one of us goes away.... and can we ever remember who has paid for what??
- more sourdough starter that must be fed up and put into jars in time for market days
- the last jar of last year's green tomato chutney that I made far too much of
- jams from various people
- stewed quinces (from the community garden) that I really must eat tomorrow
- and.... Gavin's cheese!
and so it goes on...never mind the freezer....and there is only me in this house!! This is all without mentioning what is going on in the acre of garden and chook yard... or dealing with firewood.... Nor does it take into account neighbours and friends who drop by with / for other goods....
Then there are the things I refuse to use /buy/ eat / throw away.... oh lalala, sometimes I wish I didn't care so much.
Life is good, and complicated; especially the simple life.