I can’t help myself. I want bees. And chickens too. And a bigger garden area, perhaps with a brick paved walkway in the shape of a peace sign…
I know I can’t do it this year. I’m overwhelmed as it is with house projects, dog, horse and garden demands, and too many financial blows as one household thing after another breaks or wears out.
But I’m in collecting information mode. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve become a bit obsessed.
I want to grow things, to nourish things, to learn about life — which I believe comes from taking care of other living beings — be those beings be bee, chicken, dog, tomato, or human.
I read blogs where chickens roost, such as Laughing Orca Ranch, where a variety of chickens and eggs exist. How can I resist? Even as I read of the issues of chicken health and aging. chicken poop, and chicken predators, I am drawn to the wonder of taking care of something that then provides me with an education and fresh eggs. I am drawn to something I haven’t done before.
What could be more interesting than the dynamic, complex social structure of a bee hive? What could be more satisfying than farming for your own food and having nice fresh ingredients to cook with? What could be more scientifically fascinating than learning about the life and health of animals and plants and putting that knowledge into practice, experimenting as things inevitably don’t go as planned, doing more research, making adjustments and modifications… It’s utter heaven!
At least for me it is..
These things draw me closer to life. They ground me. They are hope (if you garden, you know about hope). They are healing. They are something to plan, envision, and dream about.
And perhaps too, they are something to write about, a new life chapter. Maybe.