Finally (finally!) our tiny town has a tiny market. What was supposed to happen in 6 weeks took nearly 6 months and of course, all the groceries are priced too high, but hey... When you live in the center of the boonies, you accept that. And are grateful. I mean, all these months our town has not sold one fresh fruit or vegetable and now? How amazing to not have to drive 9 miles for a banana.
Oh, I loved this quote about winter over at Aunt Amelia's blog:
"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." ~Ruth Stout
Makes a person view winter a whole other way, doesn't it? Always, I've valued my privacy and I must confess, there's much about myself (and my beliefs) I don't share with you here. (I totally understand now why some movie stars appear rabid about protecting their privacy.) And it also explains, in part, why I'm ecstatic about creating my Secret Garden behind our barn--I'll not be so visible while I work.
Honestly, I don't appreciate being watched. I'd hoped to have more privacy out here in the country, but alas, I don't. This example pretty much sums it up: Just fifteen minutes after a large tractor-like-thing with a post hole digger was delivered to start building our new garage last October, our neighbor from across the street came over. He told me (Tom wasn't home) that he and _____ saw the post hole digger and they hoped we weren't putting in a fence for animals. Because I knew exactly where he was going with this I told him (a tad testily), "No, we're not. We're just building a garage."
He went on to explain what I already knew--the previous owners had raised sheep and many neighbors had complained, they'd had to sell some sheep, cart others to their new home........ yada, yada, yada. I told him we are in contact with the previous owners and we know all about the sheep fiasco. He said he knew it wasn't any of his business (you can imagine what I wanted to say to that), but he and ____ just didn't want us to put in a fence , buy animals, then have to undo the whole thing. They didn't want to see us lose all that money.
Argh. When he left, I was inwardly fuming. The post hole digger had only been beside our barn for 15 minutes! Suddenly it felt like the whole neighborhood stands at their windows 24/7 eyeing us. I felt like, "Please! Can't Tom and I be allowed our God-given freedom to make our own mistakes? Can't we be given some credit now that he's 51 and I'm 49? Can't we live here without feeling like our quasi parents live across the street?
I know, I know......Pride, pride, pride. But still...... some of you understand exactly what I mean. I hope so, anyway.
So, returning to that winter quote--at least now in January we have privacy. Well, here inside our house where most of our Winter Life takes place. Outside where I shovel snow and feed the birds there's less privacy because of all those naked trees out there. But in here? In here there's a whole other world, a cozy winter world, and I'm thankful for it.
"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands..." 1 Thessalonians 4:11