Forty years ago today was a big day in our lives…
(We were both 14)
I published my first blog post in 2007.
Since then, I’ve had the privilege to meet several of you in person… Kristina, Grace, Brittany, Cheryl, Val, Lisa Maris, Michelle, and I’m a thinking I am missing someone :-). I’ve connected with a few more of you via facebook something I’ve never taken that for granted either.
On the flip side, I’ve watched people I loved to interact with suddenly drop off the face of the earth without nary a whisper…Doctor Victo, Linda, Joy, Bill, Michael, to mention just a few…their blogs either just went silent or were deleted without any notice. Every time, it felt like a friend had just skipped town without explanation.
In my last post, , I mentioned in passing the “writing muse” seems like it is starting to dry up. When I first started blogging back in 2007, my mind was overflowing with topics and issues I felt driven to write about, but now, 12 years later, I feel like I’ve said everything I want to say.
I actually still have 5 active blogs….this one, my farm blog, a history research project blog, a 4th one that is unapologetic-ally deeply spiritual, and an earlier version of this one, currently set to private. Each with a specific purpose. this blog (heart to heart) is where I tend to process life. Last count there were between 600 and 700 blog posts between all of the blogs…Many of the posts “clunkers” I’d be the first to admit. 🙂 A few I may revisit and eventually assemble into another book…I’m still not sure.
So I’m not sure what is coming next, if anything…When Kristina was here last week, we talked briefly about this, and maybe I would be interested in using “prompts” to stimulate my writing. That doesn’t really appeal to me, I do have plenty to keep me entertained now that the new growing season has arrived.
What would help me out more than anything, would be for those of you that are regular readers (even if you don’t leave comments all that often) is to answer this question- Why do you subscribe to this blog? Are there certain topics that resonate with you more than others? Is there something I’ve touched on in the past, you’d love for me to write about more fully? Or are you good with things just as they are? (Even that would help me get some direction.)
Give it some thought and let me know. Any feedback @ this point would be helpful.
Me in the orchard….
Few more weeks and this is what it will look like.
Few years ago, I got an e-mail from a college professor. Seems some of his students at the time had stumbled across the following blog post on another blog of mine. He wanted me to know he’d heard them talking about my blog outside of class around the campfire on a class trip. Talk about honored. Anyway, Spring is in the air. If I want to do any pruning it needs to happen in the next couple of weeks. So, to kick off the 2019 apple growing season, I would like to repost the following musing.
Ten Reasons Why You May Want To Plant An Orchard.
(and if not a whole orchard, at least a couple of trees) 😉
Hanging scale in our sales area
1. Photo opportunities. Our apple orchard constantly changes with the seasons. There is always something catching my eye and bringing me joy.
2. It provides the perfect blend of solitude and social interaction. I love my peace and quiet. There is nothing more nurturing for me than spending a Saturday morning alone, picking apples. At the same time, I do love meeting and bantering with the public on occasion, and when the mood strikes, I will load up the pick up and head to our local farmers market.
Hawking apples at the farmers market last season
3. Supplemental income. Sure there is some work involved in tending an orchard, but not nearly as much as you might suspect. One Semi dwarf tree will cost you $20 to $25.00 and once it’s mature, it can produce between 2 to 4 bushel of apples a year. = 80 to 160 pounds of fruit @ $1.50 a pound that’s $120 to $240 gross, from one tree…per year..not bad for some additional pocket change if you ask me
4. mental stimulation. While the basics of tending an apple orchard are pretty easy to grasp, there is always something new to learn. Did you know there are over 750 different varieties of apples in the United States alone, and over 2000 varieties world-wide?
5. Keeps you physically active. “ Keep those muscles moving” my grandpa used to say. Between the pruning in the early spring, to the picking in the fall, having an orchard provides me with lots of opportunities to be physically active outside, all the while,I’m getting paid and enjoying some fresh air. As I get older I will probably do more of that “you pick” marketing, but for now, I can still climb and honestly, I love picking apples. Last Saturday, I picked about 1200 pounds of apples in about 6 hours.
6. Provides me with lots of opportunities to bless others. I’m not going to brag and tell you how this works itself out except to say, I try to sell mostly our #1 apples, which means, what to do with the seconds? The opportunities to give are all around.
7. Get to enjoy some varieties of fruit that are hard to come by normally – plus if you can find them, you’ll pay through the nose. Sure we have Honey crisp, was told last year they were charging up to $5.00 a pound for those little rascals. So far this year, I’ve picked 11 crates of them and probably have at least another 8. My personal favorite is called the Ginger Gold:
It is every bit as crispy as the Honey crisp and sweet. Last year we had 32 crates of these little jewels.
8. Fresh apple cider. You haven’t lived until you’ve had fresh apple cider pressed from your own apples. It’s got a texture and taste you’ll never , ever find in a store -ever. If you come to visit, and the apples are in season, you can help me press out a batch.
9. You’ll give the bees something to talk about. Ever hear of the “waggle dance”?
10. Provides me with lots of spiritual insight.
Life is full of mystery. I believe God has hidden the answers to some of our questions about life in the apple orchard.
Pruning and suffering. I hate it when people try to slap pat answers onto my life when I’m in the middle of something hard. It makes me angry. So I will not disrespect you and do that now. Sometimes it feels like I’m getting “pruned” and when it does, I barely have enough energy to survive, let alone do more.
Fruitfulness (ever see an apple tree grunt? Me neither.
Seasons. Apple trees don’t produce fruit 12 months out of the year. In fact, they need large blocks of “down time” in the winter..to get ready for the next season. They literally need that time, which is why apple trees don’t do well in warmer climates.
Variety. Already mentioned this one, but it bears repeating. Apple trees vary widely and differently in the type of fruit they produce. I think people are created much more varied than culture tries to tell us. I found an apple tree on an abandoned farmstead a few years ago like nothing I’d ever seen before. Some heirloom variety I’m sure. It looked and tasted just like it was designed to taste. Definitely not some domesticated boring apple. So why do you and I sometimes think we have to look like everybody else? Nothing more beautiful than someone being 100% alive just the way they were designed:
As always, thanks for reading my stuff DM
My mom turns 85 this month.
I wasn’t sure what to get her.
What do you get for someone who doesn’t want or need more stuff?
Decided to take her out on a date.
A coffee date.
I am scheduled to pick her up tomorrow morning at 9.
Just the two of us.
I’m her first-born.
If you were to ask me to summarize my relationship with my mom in a word, I would say Confidant. (And it goes both ways.)
Confidant: One to whom secret or private matters are disclosed. A person with whom you confide things.
Mom lost her father when she was three. Raised by a single mother. Grew up during the Depression. Told me once, “She never realized she was poor, because everybody was poor in those days. Her grandmother helped to raise her while her mom worked. There was no social security in those days. Your family was your safety net. They ate pigeon pie. Fish her grandpa would catch. Her grandma has a big garden. Took turns sharing the bath water with half a dozen other kids on the back porch every Friday night. ”
Here’s where you (my blog readers) come in… 🙂
Mom and I will have no trouble carrying on a conversation when we are together. It never is.
BUT, I wouldn’t mind taking the opportunity to ask her a question or two about something of substance.
Early picture of my mom and three of us.
24 hours later….
Coffee date with her eldest
As it turned out, it was the perfect outing. We did talk family history, but it wasn’t forced. Found out mom initially went to college to become a teacher. (I never knew that.) Two different local businessmen offered to help her out with her tuition. (Never knew that either) 🙂
Blogger I follow just passed 40,000 followers.
On a given post, he will get between 100 to 150 comments.
Just for fun, I took the number of followers I
have had (223) divided that by the number of comments I typically get, and found you my readers are 10 times more likely to comment than the other blogger, whom I enjoy reading.
Yesterday I was in the office and decided to look at the people on that list of 223 followers….75% of them I’ve never ever heard from, several blogs no longer exist, some were linked to business sites. Lots of smoke / no fire.
So I went through the list and started deleting.
Now I’m down to 53 followers.
Did the same thing on my farm blog. Went from 160 down to 70.
It felt good.
It feels good.
I would rather my words go out to 3 or 4 people I know who read my posts and interact on some level, than have my thoughts go to thousands of places where nobody reads or cares.
I find it hard (sometimes) to write, because of this. I’m not 100% sure I can even tell you why, although that proverb/ word picture of “being careful not to cast your pearls before swine” came to mind… (Translation: Don’t place what is precious and valuable before someone who will just discard and trample it into the mud)
People write for lots of different reasons.
I write for a couple of reasons….
Any guesses? 😉
By the way, please don’t feel any pressure to comment, (or like this post)…I mean it.
Just the fact you are reading this means you made the cut. I know you are out there and I value your interactions in my life.
Thank you! DM
I met Lois 13 years ago.
She and her friend Floe had signed up for a class I was teaching at our local community college called “Bible for Dummies.”
Lois was 80 years old. Farm wife. She had a couple of hundred chickens/ sold eggs on the side. Sharp mind. Quiet, sweet personality. I remember thinking no way is this lady 80 years old…65 maybe. Floe told me on the side Dave her husband could be a little “overbearing.” Said Lois didn’t get away from the farm much. Hard worker. It was “good she was able to take a break and get away from the farm for a few hours.”
After that class ended, wife and I would occasionally stop by Lois’s farm and buy eggs.
We read in the obituaries a few years ago, Lois’s husband had died. I think we may have gotten eggs from her one time after that. I think of Lois every time I drive by her farm. Christmas night, feeling nostalgic I googled her name to get the address of her farm. I was thinking about dropping her a note. Two addresses came up for Lois. Her place that I knew about and a 2nd local address. It was a care facility. White pages said she was 93 years old.
As I was driving past the exit to the care facility this past Thursday morning I thought, what the heck, I’m going to stop and ask if she lives there. No harm in that.
Walked up to the front door. Doors were locked. Needed a security code to get in. Off to the right, were the instructions and code numbers. Punched them in, sure enough, this time the door opened. Straight ahead was an office with two secretaries and a resident, so I popped my head in the door and asked, “Does a Lois, so- and so lived there?”
The secretary in charge looked at me as shook her head slowly and said “Nope.”
I went on to tell them the details of why I there…It was spur of the moment. Wasn’t even sure she was there, just that the computer said so. Told her about the class Lois was in years before with me. Told them I’d occasionally stop by her house to buy eggs, but it had been a while…
At this point, the secretary does some non-verbal signals with her eyes toward the resident sitting in the chair next to her desk, three feet in front of me….
It was Lois.
I did not recognize her.
Different hair style and her face was puffy. I’m guessing she’d put on 20 pounds.
I asked how long she had lived here? Secretary guessed maybe 3 years.
All this time Lois just sat listening to me banter, then reached up and grabbed my hand…didn’t let go until I left. I looked her in the eyes and asked “Lois, do you remembered me?
“Yes” she said in a quiet voice.
We all had good laugh.
Secretary said she thought I was joking initially.
I’m still processing that little adventure.
I did write Lois a letter last night and pop it in the mail.
For the life of me, I can’t imagine going from the active lifestyle that I have currently… where I can do whatever I want to do, make home-made bread, have a big garden, tend 80 apple trees, build furniture in my wood working shop, ferment sauerkraut, have a dog…..to moving into one room where all of my earthly possessions have to fit.
(And I couldn’t bring my dog).
Libby (our dog)
I watched a friend of ours (Helen) transition from living on her own, to moving into two different care facilities as her health declined…She pulled it off with amazing grace. I’m not so sure I want to wind up like that.
(Not so sure I have too much say in some of those details either.)
Radio DJ Friday morning was talking about her grandmother. Grandmother lived through the depression of 1929-1939. She said her grandmother had a remarkable cheerful disposition, in spite of all she went through. She asked her grandmother how she did it?
Grandmother told her… “It is a choice.”
Would love to hear any thoughts any of you have on this issue of aging, transitioning from one season of our lives to the next.
I am taking notes 🙂 DM
About the title…
Much to be thankful for.
Where do I start?
I took the lid off the hive yesterday to finish insulating the top and return two frames of honey I’d thought about keeping for myself until I remembered they were in the hive when I treated for mites back in September. The temperature yesterday was in the mid 20’s so I assumed the bees would be huddled down in the bowels of the hive trying to stay warm.
Hundreds of robust looking honeybees milling around the top frames on the hive. I find it fascinating and exhilarating to be able to approach a bee colony with tens of thousands of bees and work with them. I freely admit being a “new bee” when it comes to raising bees. The learning curve is crazy steep. I still feel like I really don’t have a clue. Fortunately for me, there are two new local bee keepers who have been willing to share with me their experiences, and the Internet.
I have been on this current project for 3 months. Should finish up tomorrow unless the home owner wants our help on insulating or trimming. Other than some help issues and a very rainy fall, it has been a treat to work on this project. 90% of the time it doesn’t feel like “work.” I love what I do and I don’t take that for granted. We took a 1120 square foot ranch, and turned it into a 2000 plus square foot home. Added a 3 stall garage, and new 4 seasons room.
Want to say something about work and attitude.
We stopped by my aunt’s this past Saturday for lunch. She mentioned in passing her son (my cousin) is planning on retiring after the first of the year. He is 4 years younger than I. He’s worked in a factory setting for 30 + years. Great union benefits. I heard that and found myself battling feelings of failure. That is not the first time this has happened. Rather than just be stuck in those negative, energy sucking thoughts, I decided to tell some friends that we get together with on a regular basis about it. Just as I’d suspected. Every last one of them (5) confessed to battling similar thoughts at one time or another.
“So what do I do about it?” I asked????
Be thankful. (And they proceeded to list off a plethora of things in my life I do have to be thankful for.) Just admitting those feelings of comparison and inferiority out loud to another human being, (and in this case to 5 people) then being thankful for a host of things removed the sting.
It really did.
Here are a few before and after pics of my current project…
Back of house:
In 2014 I wrote a series of posts on the financial stress I was feeling.
I sometimes think it word pictures in case you haven’t noticed. 🙂
The word picture I had at the time in my mind was this….
I felt like I was flying a loaded 747 and we 15 to 20 feet off the surface of the ocean. Yes I was still in the air, but the waves were licking @ the wings, the weight of financial stress was nonstop and I was getting tired. Credit card debt, car loan, medical bills..etc.
Here’s a portion of the chart I put on the wall in front of my desk:
The chart showed where we were currently,as well as where I wanted to head.
Flash forward to today.
Our financial situation has changed. Same job, same basic income….
Credit card is paid off. Car loan is paid off. Medical bills are currently all paid off and there is a surplus in the medical checkbook. (Although that could change in a heartbeat).
Today there are two different word pictures in my head.
First, the one with the airplane… We have created distance between those waves and our plane. Today we are at 10,000 feet and climbing.
The second word picture in my head is that of a beehive.
Imagine that 🙂
I feel like a bee going into winter with multiple frames of honey stored up.
Well, I guess I need to wrap it up. If you’re reading this post, I would love to hear from you as well. If nothing else, tell me three things you have to be thankful for.