The rhubarb is up.
I've been chasing my thoughts around all morning, as if they are sent fluttering in the wind we are experiencing. I have so much on my mind, but I think for now many of my thoughts need to remain out to pasture. They need time to formulate, percolate, animate.
For some reason my coffee tastes better this morning, the first sip sent a flavor burst right to my brain. Don't you love it when an everyday experience has a brief moment of exceptional?
We are experiencing a reluctant spring. The grass is green, the flowers are emerging from the earth, where they slumbered the winter away. The lilac is blooming, the apple tree is in blossom. All this is spring, but it persists in remaining cool and overcast. The rain that hangs in the air passes us over, leading me to fear that once again we will have a dry summer. The horses stare over the fence to the grass beyond. They turn to look at me with quizzical faces, wondering why they stand in a square of dirt when there is lovely green on the other side. The pasture grass has been slow coming. The lawn grows heartily, but the pasture is almost dormant. How do you tell a horse you are sorry.
A friend of mine is off to Montana to attend a bucking horse sale. It's a big festival and she attends as often as she can. I think this is an odd occupation and I don't believe I would care for any of it. But she loves it and has a great time. Further evidence that one person's pleasure is an other's displeasure. I think this is the stuff life is made of and we would often benefit from at least peeking into someone else's interests. I'll never be a fan of a Montana bucking horse sale and all that goes with it, but I can listen to the excitement in a friend's voice as she talks about her adventure and accept differences. I think this means I may be growing up.
I wonder if the earth has accelerated its spinning, as time seems to be moving so swiftly. I can't seem to hold onto it, it simply flies through my fingers as I watch it unravel and disappear. I need to take time more seriously, not waste it as has been my habit. I need to view time as a valuable commodity, something to be savored and used wisely. Which leads me to wonder, is clicking away at a keyboard a constructive use of my waning time? Perhaps.
Since I was on the subject of time, I see how much has passed since I started this clickety-clack of keys. Too much time has passed, I have things to do in the here and now that cannot wait. Enjoy the day, make use of your time, and stop to marvel for a moment at wonder of it all.
13 comments:
My rhubarb is up too. I harvested some the other day for a rhubarb crisp - it pleased me enormously, for it's the first time I've been able to do so.
I have never used my rhubarb. Mark picks it and gives it to members of his family. I am going to use it this year, there hasn't been any reason not to except I was always so busy I couldn't take time for the small pleasures. Now I can and I will!
Thanks for stopping by. : )
The older I get the faster time flies. I'm not a rhubarb fan. It's used in pies out here but I think it is pig food ~ one of those differences you were talking about. ;)
Hope you had a productive day thought wise. :D
I love rhubarb (I wrote my column about it last week!)
You can wash it, cut it into 1-2" pieces, put it in Ziploc freezer bags and throw it in the freezer. It freezes beautifully so you can have a taste of spring in the dead of MN winter.
Yum.
Pig food : ) I like rhubarb pie, strawberry rhubarb pie and rhubarb sauce. And all of these years I have never used the large rhubarb patch we have. I intend to change my ways!
Yes time is moving much more quickly than normal. I am noticing it even here on the other side of the globe! ; )
I have only had rhubarb pie once but it was delicious!
Have fun gardening!
Ash
The passage of time has changed in my life---mostly since Jaime married and left. Our lives were so closely intertwined that her schedule became mine and mine hers. Now, although there is too much work, I have less horses and it almost like I have an extra life. I cannot fully explain it. I miss her terribly, but there are no more doctor appointments and no more scheduling the arena time around both of our lessons. I have learned to give myself the luxury of lingering---something that was foreign to me. I love the solitude, but often miss the constant activity that was characteristic of a no longer booming industry. I have not fully learned how to embrace change.
Funny how time can fly on the other side of the globe as well!
I wondered how you would manage without Jaime, but it seems you have done so very well. The one activity I really miss from a booming horse industry is the income I had. : )
Ditto, Sandra.
The older I get, the faster time flies...or perhaps I let the time pass me by. Whichever it is, I can't seem to get it back and agree with you that I had better use it wisely.
Rhubarb...can't get enough of the stuff! Sweet and sour depending on how much sugar you add. We use to put the sauce over vanilla ice cream...so yummy. They make a mean rhubarb bar out here that I just can't get enough of...my hips will attest to the fact!
Hips? I'm sure you said lips!
I make apple and rhubarb pies or simply just stew the rhubarb and eat it on its own.
I have green rhubarb grown and it doesn’t takes as good as the red one. I need to take a cutting from my mum’s rhubarb plant and get some red variety growing.
Time is there to do the things you enjoy too…..remember to stop and do something for yourself if you feel a little busier for it later.
I think I will make a pie over the weekend. If I'm going to have to wear maternity pants I may as well enjoy myself. Oh, bad memory.
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