A little bit of perfect

I’m going to take you on a itty bitty journey and give you a tiny glimpse of my world which may give you insight to my future ramblings:  A little girl of 4 “going to be 5” and I’m wearing a dark blue sweater, jeans, and a hat – embarking on the daunting task of pulling weeds……..and having my Pop gently stop me with the words and chuckle “Mija, those aren’t weeds”  I don’t know if I said anything to him but I mean after all I’m 4 and darn if I didn’t know a thing or two by then.  He smiled and squeezed my shoulder and showed me the difference between the chili plants and the weeds.  His loving guidance:  I knew I was loved, I wasn’t very smart but I was loved.

His kindness and care for the land/animals was my introduction to farming and my primary influence AND where else could I play in dirt and not get into trouble for it….?  So at the mature age of 4 my world was perfect: listening to my Pop’s dichos (Spanish sayings); singing to Hank Williams; Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline; pulling weeds; playing in the dirt and mud; eating bologna and green chili on homemade tortillas (OMG, this is a great meal); drinking cool water from a canvas bag that my Pop had hanging from the gas cap on the truck and feeling the freshness of the water spilling off the sides of my lips; and being in the sun.  Looking back – yes, it was perfect.

Ponderings

I’m just sitting at my office desk and as usual thinking about being outside.  Don’t get me wrong, I love paperwork as much as the next person….  Frankly, I’m just a farmer at heart.  My Pop taught his children to respect farming and sharing the land.  I just seemed to love it a bit more than my brother and sisters.

Growing up I wanted to be a pirate – yes, a pirate.  What was cool in my mind was being outdoors, wearing amazingly cool boots, and having a monkey sit on my shoulder.  Really!  Ahem, almost took you on a tangent… Back to farming:  Touching the earth and knowing what secrets the soil has that could transform the land into FOOD!  Do the masses care where the food comes from?  I don’t know anymore.  When I go to the grocery store and see the aisles filled with endless products with empty calories waiting for the population.  This is when I can’t help but wonder if the population knows if there is anything nutritious in the family meal.

This is my rambling for the moment….  Any feedback is welcome!