Part of our weekend was spent at the farm feverishly trying to get all the blueberries pruned as they are now starting to bud, meaning our time had run out. Wet and cold, we did it. A great feeling! For me, also kind of a let down. I've loved the physical work outside, tending to plants, hands in the dirt, working side-by-side with my love, and I really didn't want it to end.
We've talked a lot over the years about trying to live a simple life, making the most of our time together, our experiences, basically doing instead of having. We don't live extravagantly now, in a 1200+ square foot house with a lot of thrifted furniture, and are not spenders. But still, we talk about chucking it "all" and going to live in a cabin in the woods or a fixer bungalow at the coast. Insert a wood stove, big garden, maybe even some chickens, and I'm sold. My husband sees so many people he works with unhappy, running themselves into the ground, going into debt just to have a fancy car or a big house ~ at great cost to their family, their health, really their overall quality of life. How is that "making it"?
So we continue to talk and to plan. All we know right now is that we wouldn't trade our adventures together for a fancy anything. We're grateful for every experience and every memory we make. Things money can't buy. Like our time spent working outside together - cold, rain-soaked, happy.