Would love to sleep longer than five hours, but I wake up with numbing aching arms. I think I need a softer mattress. Oh, well. Sipping coffee in the dark, leaning back in the recliner (which also has a warming function and massages my feet, thanks to our oldest son), listening to the chickens waken, chatting with friends on Facebook, ain’t bad. Facebook always makes me think of the way things probably were at one time, when homes were multigenerational. I loved the time that I lived with my Aunt Goldie, and the mornings with her. I generally worked second shift, as a waitress just out of high school. She would be sitting crossways in an easy chair, leaning on one side, her feet up over the other side, crocheting away, with her cup of boiled coffee nearby. I went back to boiled coffee several years ago, nothing matches it. My Mom also always had her cup of coffee nearby, and I can hear her stirring her cup in the kitchen now. For her, instant, which I could never get to. But I wonder if that is partly why I also always have a cup nearby, that psychological comfort, the connection with my Mom and my Aunt Goldie. That was a comfort when we lost Matt, holding that hot cup of coffee. Later, when that particular cup broke, I was relieved to have it gone. Beautiful day at market yesterday, lovely weather, and everything caught in that fall glow, the leaves of color and the brilliant blue sky. A very nice crowd, and I think it might be the first time I sold every loaf of bread and almost all of the cookies. I love coming home, when my sister has been here to put some order to the frenzied kitchen left while I try to get out the door in time to set up at market. She is slowly “taking back the dark”, washing windows and cleaning things I never get to. It was so nice fixing dinner in a neat kitchen, and getting a crock of apple butter on, and making a couple of batches of strawberry rhubarb jam, rhubarb thanks to our friend Barrett at the Deerfield market. He is one of the vendors that you can always count on to give you a hand if you need it, I’m also thinking of Peter, Guy, Rob, and of course Leslie. I’ve actually also had customers help with setting up. I love the farm markets. And of course my poor family members, who always have to kick in and help Mom/ mother in law/ Grannie. Well, I haven’t heard the chickens for a while, I think they must have gone back to sleep. And it’s still dark. But day and all the chores of preparing for two markets tomorrow (Deerfield and Lebanon Octoberfest) will soon be upon me. In the meantime, there is warming up that cup of coffee, and sipping it in the comfortable darkness. God is good.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 10:58:48 +0000
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