Give Me Comfort

I have been spending more time inside this winter. My body had started to feel the toll of the unrelenting work associated with my farm and my horses. Something had to give and I decided it was in my best interest that it be some of the barn work rather than my ability to walk and use my arms. So standards have slipped over the long winter, but an amazing thing is happening. I can feel my body heal. I will never be forty again, or even fifty. But I am slowly feeling better.

The wear repetitive motion places on joints is startling. Couple that with tugging, pulling and jarring and I had one sore body. The extra time has had me in the kitchen, trying some new things.

Today I decided to try these mushrooms ala Beading Stars She is a very accomplished cook, so I pay attention to her advice. I don't eat mushrooms but Mark does, so I made one jar for him to try. I'm sure he will love them. 

I think a little time devoted to wool gathering is not a bad thing. I am a tightly wound individual who obviously needed a little unwinding; mentally and physically. Our bodies tell us when enough is enough. If we don't listen, we are eventually forced to do so. I didn't listen. I am now.

The moral of the story is, stop along the way to sit down and eat a cookie. Or pickle some mushrooms.