"I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself now and then in finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me." --Isaac Newton
I was on my riding mower and a low hanging pear clunked me in the head. Up to that point the only thing on my mind was to get the big job finished before I was shut out by rain or darkness...had to stick to the schedule, or else. The pear tree diverted my focus and reminded me of fall, my favorite time of the year, which comes on very slowly, leaf by falling leaf. I looked down and saw the ground was littered with gorgeous chocolate brown pear leaves. I love that beautiful effect. Various shades of dark chocolate against the vibrant green lawn. It is just as beautiful to me as New England's stunning display.
Sometimes the smallest things inspire me and renew hope that things are constantly changing, moving on in their own way. My thoughts were stuck in a cycle of thinking that I am extremely overwhelmed handling a farm by myself. (And this could be applied to anyone that feels overwhelmed by their situation.)
Truth be told, I actually am doing quite well, making much progress, not flailing or even just maintaining. I was completely humbled when I saw a young woman motoring down the sidewalk in her wheelchair, recently. How dare I even think that my life was anything short of wonderful, for even a nanosecond. I shake my head at my impatience and blindness sometimes.
Having a farm is truly a work in progress, being mainly in me.
Still learning...every...single...day.
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