and other pre-winter chores. How often the 'rush' of our short season forces us to wipe our brows as another item pops into our head needing to be added to our 'to do list'.
The chaos of the growing season leaves us tired, yet satisfied with
canning in full swing, dehydrating following a close second, and everything else that needs to be done - soon.....yet.....
between the joyous calls of our critters and the continuing need to
accomplish so much in such a short time, we sigh 'tomorrow', our latest mantra to ease our inability to 'do it all' - even as we strive to do just that.
Scents of the mints linger in the kitchen from our processing for our winters' needs, even as the comfrey and rosehips are finally ready for short storage in our cupboards. With highs in the low forties just this week leading to a toasty fire heating the kitchen, as we think about the wood yet to be gotten. Two cords will see us content for a short time, enough time to call our logger friend to assist in the remaining cords needed to keep us warm this
winter. With the prospect of highs just in the 40's this next week, winter teases us with the first snows falling on the mountain tops.
Fire season comes to a close when the rains we needed finally came. How grateful we are for no flooding as other states have seen. The winds announce our normal fall thunderstorms that rage for mere moments, than fizzle to a drizzle for the rest of the day.
Oh how we love our Montana home! With its short summers, long winters, and chores that never seem to end. Yet the quiet moments, those moments when we can sigh quite satisfied with our day, cause us to constantly reflect on those blessings that surround us.
Seeing the horrors that have become the nightly news, we reflect instead on the sunsets that paint the sky. Remembering how the fire crackles and its warmth feels while the white snow blankets our world. Or how the scent of herbs tickle our noses in the
summer while the bees lazily drifted from one flower to another upon a gentle breeze. Grateful for the coming kids yet planned, even as we 'remember when' Eysha climbed into the feeder and
cried for freedom, or remembering how Kitchi danced and grunted over an empty milk bottle. This is our world, one of work and peace, of small blessings and little miracles, of animals singing at seeing us or of the spring growth gladly reaching for the sky.
Finding joy in the smallest things and pleasure in 'a job well done'. Knowing that tomorrow is just that, tomorrow. Today
is not so much what happens, but what we do today with what happens.
from Montana with love.........