As the world gets more and more convoluted, I aim to simplify and become more and more, well, simple. I don’t mean that as simple-minded as I am not, by a long shot, simple-minded. Sometimes I wish I were. I think life would be so much easier if that were the case. But as it stands now, the all-seeing eyes of technology have really gotten under my skin. I’m ready for reality in the dirt – in the rich, life-giving dirt that produces our food and feeds our critters.
I’m ready to start my seeds, nurture them, feed them and get them ready to plant in the gardens.
I’m ready to, once again, play in the fields with the horses and get back to the simplicity of life as God intended.
I wish to no longer be held hostage by technology … by my pc, my phone, my laptop, my kindle.
Once again, I’ll begin to purchase real books – books with paper pages to turn and smell and feel. Right now, I can only imagine sitting out under one of our apple trees and reading printed words on paper.
The cool, dank, dreary winter days lend themselves to imagining and inwardly feeling what the days to come will be like.
Days filled with the scent of fresh herbs and sprouting vegetables.
Days filled with lazing around with no deadlines, no beeps, no fussy laptop thumb pads … days filled with getting honest, wholesome dirt under my fingernails and fuzzy, spring-shedding fur that clings to me as if I were a fur-magnet.
Days filled with new friends stopping by to pick up some freshly picked veggies for dinner and a glass of cold ice-tea.

The mindful imaginings of what’s to come after the winter’s cold fades into the warming of the spring sun … and the sound of birds nesting and chirping their wormy findings.

I reassure myself that Spring is on its way. It’s coming. There will be changes here on PENZANCE … for the season to come. Stay tuned.