“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.”
~ Joel Salatin, Folks, This Ain’t Normal: A Farmer’s Advice for Happier Hens, Healthier People, and a Better World
We’ve woken to light rain on the roof, here at the farm. There is rain enough that it is gurgling in the gutters, and running into our tanks. Everything is glossy and green again.
Rain right now, coming into spring, is a blessing. It’s the driest year in our district since 1902. Rain now will get the grass growing, ease the discomfort of the trees in the orchard, and nourish the tender new seedlings in my vegetable beds.
It’s good for our souls too. There is something cleansing and nurturing about rain – the smell it brings, the moisture in the air, the richness it releases from leaves and soil.
Today I can wear my gumboots, and do a happy dance for my cows. I can rejoice in the morning’s soggy beauty.
Later I shall sit in front of the fire, listening to rain on the roof, as I write, write, write and drink tea while soup bubbles away on the stove. This afternoon, a few psychic appointments to take me through until dinner.
There can’t be much better than that. Life is beautiful, all shiny bright from rain.