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.