Today I woke up to rain and gray skies. I don't believe I was ever so happy to see a rainy day. The clouds are clearing now but that bit of a drink was much needed after two months of drought here in south-central Kentucky. Every tropical storm remnant has gone either east or west of us here, just teasing us with long tendrils that promise rain but do not bring it. As I've recently learned, all signs fail in times of drought.
With the economic gloom and doom of the past few weeks, well out of anyone's control, I do want to control what we can in our own home economics. For some time we've been paring down, cutting back and all of those things one should do any way. Our move to Kentucky was our first big step and can I just shout out now a big "YEAH" for our recent house closing in New Hampshire? As hard a process as it was to say goodbye to the old place, we are amazed that it still sold despite a week of bank collapses and an increasingly deadening real estate market that proceeded it. We are blessed by the timing and not having to heat the place this winter. The new owner, a Bear Stearns refugee (oh the irony), seems delighted with our former home, now his, and all's well that ends well. [The closing was also on what turned out to be the 85th wedding anniversary of Temple's grandparents who bought the house in 1959.]
So here I am on the ridge, feeling much more settled, despite the boxes still to wade through from the big six-week blitzkrieg from mid-July tea party (remember that blog?), when the house was at its very best in terms of presentation, until our pre-Labor Day final move and emptying. Most things will stay in their boxes until we eventually build our farmhouse and barn but there are still those to open now or in the near future or to at least sort into categories.
The pundits and financial gurus on CNN are all spouting doom and gloom, how to buy T-bills, what to do about the stock market (don't) etc. Few others are the voice of reason for the masses: spend LESS, cut BACK, don't indulge. We have been doing this for a while now: gathering forces in one place for our own sustenance farm in a part of the country that we can afford to live in and that doesn't have endless winter.


[Long pause]
Chance the Gardener: As long as the roots are not severed, all is well. And all will be well in the garden.
President: In the garden.
Chance: Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again.
President: Spring and summer.
Chance: Yes.
President: Then fall and winter.
Chance: Yes.
Benjamin Rand: I think what our insightful young friend is saying is that we welcome the inevitable seasons of nature, but we're upset by the seasons of our economy.
Chance: Yes! There will be growth in the spring!
Benjamin: Hmm!
Chance: Hmm!
President: Hm. Well, Mr. Gardner, I must admit that is one of the most refreshing and optimistic statements I've heard in a very, very long time.
[Benjamin Rand applauds]
President: I admire your good, solid sense. That's precisely what we lack on Capitol Hill.
Exactly.
1 comment:
Good morning! I was searching the net for vintage "mother in the kitchen" pictures and came across the darling one of your mother and then found your blog through that. You have an adorable blog! Just had to say that! Come on by to mine for a cup of hot coffee and a nice visit!
Hugs, Sharon
P.S. Your mother is adorable in her pink 50s kitchen! I love it!
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