Hardly a day passes that I don’t think about how things were for our ancestors, even as recent as our grandparents. Here in Texas, with all the wind and dust, and with windows that fit tightly and have good seals, there’s so much dust. After extremely windy days, I can feel the grit on my tile floors. It makes me wonder how people survived in this area before air conditioning when you HAD to leave your windows open during the summer. Ughh! I can’t imagine how gritty and dusty things must have been. I’ll bet those folks never failed to make their beds. I can’t imagine crawling into a gritty, dusty bed but I suppose they were so tired at the end of the day, the dust was the least of their issues.
Yesterday evening and when I went to bed, it was so windy. I often wonder how the houses here manage to hang on to their roofs with all this wind. This morning, I woke up a little before 5. I could hear the rain pounding our metal roof. Not even having a clue what time it was yet, I opened my eyes and it was still completely dark so I looked at the cell phone to see that it was about 4:50. Then I realized it was lightning off in the distance but while I was trying to decide if I should get up and risk waking Vince or stay there quietly til the alarm went off in about half an hour, I remembered the babies:
They were in the sewing room, and their heat lamp was on, but the heater was off in the sewing room so I figured I’d better go check on them.They’re still supposed to be kept in a 95º environment and I was afraid they were cold. I slipped into some “going outside” clothes, simply because I knew it was about 33º out there .. not because I thought I might run into anyone who might see me. The chickens were fine. The temp had dropped to about 92º. I turned the heater on in the room because it would need to be a bit warmer out there when I go back to sew.
And then, as I ran back across the driveway from the sewing room to the house, in the cold rain, I wondered if fresh yard eggs are really that much better than store bought eggs. Yes! They are. It’s worth the effort to have the chickens. Would it be worth the extra work if I were going out every morning to milk a cow or goats? I’ll have to think about that.
It’s the same thing with having a garden . . till up the soil, fence the garden, plant, weed, water, harvest, can the food, store the food . . is it worth it? Some will say no, it isn’t worth it. I suppose if I lived in an area where I could buy organically grown, very fresh produce, I might not have a garden of my own. For me, there’s nothing better than going out and picking the tomatoes for my salad, or picking the green beans for dinner, knowing exactly what they’ve been sprayed with (or not) or what kind of fertilizer has been used on them. Yes, having a garden or animals is a lot of work and not everyone can do it, for various reasons, but while we can do it, I will and I can hardly wait til I get my first egg and pick our first vegetables.