I don’t know who keeps hitting the fast forward button, but they need to stop… It was Summer just weeks ago. I vaguely remember Winter and now it’s Spring again. The wintered over onions are pushing bright green shoots out of their dry paper skins.
I’m not really feeling it this year and I’m not sure why. Of all the years to plant a garden, this would be the year. There’s a heaviness in the air. An uncertainty about what the future holds.
The garden is my happy place, or at least it used to be… I planted some seeds, more out of duty than passion. Spinach, beets, radishes, lettuce, arugula, kale. They’re coming up nicely but I’m still not feeling it. I barely looked at my seed catalog. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, but my heart isn’t in it. My head’s not right…. I don’t really want to be here anymore.
The winds have shifted. I think it’s time to go somewhere new. Start something new. Endless wandering in the desert isn’t taking the edge off lately. Feeling anxious, rough and lost. It might be time to hit the road.
I’ve acquired too much stuff. Why do I have this much stuff?! It’s a rhetorical question… I have been lingering and stagnate too long. Do I sell all my crap to other packrats or just leave it behind? Do I care either way? Not really. The wind is picking up now. Stirring my soul to take flight and land wherever. Have to wait until the kids’ braces are off. Then we’re gone….
Nomadic Farmer 