As a child I was always fascinated by my mother's copy of the Woman's Home Companion Cook Book from the 1940's with almost 1,000 pages of information and recipes; from correct table settings to candy making. She was a naturally excellent cook and I only remember her using it a few times but it was always in the same place, ready when needed. Her book is now in my kitchen. I haven't used it, but it's comforting to have it. When I see it I think of my favorite page, a photo of shelves filled with colorful canned goods.
On Sunday mornings I listen to a radio station that plays folk and bluegrass. One song this morning brought back the memory of that photo, and the real meaning of having a well-stocked pantry.
So far it’s been a good life. I’ve lived in both rural and metro areas, waited tables and reviewed chromatograms, rounded up loose sheep and spent beautiful summer evenings at concerts in Central Park. I’ve painted a house, kissed the Blarney stone, and pushed a lawn mower with a baby on my back. Currently I’m working 9 to 5, going to the gym, sneaking a donut, a good book, or a visit with my grown sons when I can. Where do I go from here? I'd like a small house with enough land to homestead.