The summer getaways are a wrap. I have had a total of 4 separate outings varying from 2 to 4 days at a shot. As mentioned in the past, this is no small feat when you run a farm of any size. Thanks to great help from family and friends, there were minimal amounts of crisis-moments ranging from cats consuming pies and cakes meant for market to waterbirth-chick-hatch-coaching via telephone instruction.
I am, sadly, on the eve of the “Last Day” of the college kids being home. Tonight I have been busy dreaming up the menu for the last family dinner of the summer, trying to include all of their favorite dishes. Tomorrow will be busy for all of the regular reasons, and a little more so with packing two different vehicles for two different directions.
I planted three fruit trees late this afternoon, one for each child. A peach and two plums. I dug deep holes with a broken shovel, filled them with worm-wriggling manure from the pile out back, ran the hose into the pit and placed the pot-bound, discounted saplings into their new homes.
What kind of advice can I give myself when I’m feeling this low? I have certainly learned great lessons from the past and can apply them. I have some wisdom. But in the end, right now, it is still not my favorite place to be.
No worries, truly, it’s just a tedious process which I have to sort out.
And look! I discovered this, for me, and my school-bound kiddoes:
Aim for success, not perfection. Never give up your right to be wrong, because then you will lose the ability to learn new things and move forward with your life. Remember that fear always lurks behind perfectionism.
David M. Burns
Rock on, Mr. Burns.