Beyond a bare already harvested soybean field, a combine chews its way through another soybean crop.
Living and working in a rural area has its advantages and drawbacks, as does living anywhere. I count as an advantage – a blessing – seeing this clear evidence of the changing seasons, of seeing where food comes from, of who harvests it and how.
I never imagined living in Canada until 2005. Yet here I am, having lived here for ten years. This sums things up quite nicely.
Pork ribs slow cooked then finished on the grill. Accompaniments: sliced potatoes and onions grilled in a foil packet with a little butter and pepper; and cauliflower rolled in flour, egg washed, rolled in panko crumbs, then sauteed, served with feta, and mint fresh from the garden. Followed by greens fresh from the garden.
Enjoyed outside on a very pleasant evening.
Yum.
April 2005, Mount Bonnell. Faye, me, and beloved Moonpie. Tentative, hesitant, learning, becoming comfortable. Little did I suspect where life would lead.
Little did I suspect how vastly better life would become, has become, is. I am very very blessed, and thankful.
Back on Thursday.
July 2007. Day 1 of our journey into our next adventure, our new life in Canada.
We enjoyed a very good meal this afternoon. Faye mentioned to our server that it was a special occasion, and she brought this special dessert to our table. It was as good as it looks, and it was not on the bill.
Very kind of her. We gave a generous tip.
I wish each and every one of you, who make the time out of your life to visit my blog, a very – what fits you – merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, good Kwanzaa, good Festivus, pleasant (belated) solstice. Thank you very, very much for your patronage. I wish you a prosperous new year.
Winter is coming, we can’t wish it away, may want it to never come but come it will. I’m looking forward to the season of rest, renewal, pondering the lessons of 2016 and how to apply those lessons to the next seasons of gtowth.
See you Thursday.
I fasted Wednesday evening.
We enjoyed a dinner of baked chicken thighs with Cajun beans and rice.
My fast was staying off the internet and the computer. There was no compelling need, little desire, to check email, facebook, chat, news and commentary, weather. So after dinner I stayed on the couch with Faye (and Fitzi). We talked and later I read a couple chapters of Fate is the Hunter, a book rich with meaning. Before going to bed I gave thanks for my many real blessings. It was a very good evening.
It’s good to step away from the realm of bits, bytes, online friends, instant searches; and live in the real world of my sweetie and my dogs, a real book, a warm house.
So don’t be distressed if there is no post next Wednesday, or the one after that, or . . .
It’s absurd, sitting barefooted outside on November 18 with the temperature being 20C. We spent quality time on the deck.
Reality will hit tomorrow like a wave crashing onto the beach.
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