Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
I should have been raised on a farm. I've always thought so, but that isn't the way it has worked out. But whether I am in a wheat field or a horse pasture... I just can't describe the heart-swelling feeling I get, a feeling of being home. I even took agriculture classes as electives in high school--even though I was the only "town kid" in them. My teacher called my parents in for a conference because I was doing so well and he was curious if I had any real agricultural background. The open spaces, fresh air, critters both domestic and wild, hard, meaningful work, good people, old houses with good porches, starry nights, well-earned sleep.... its like a whole other world.
But, at least I know enough country folks that I still get to visit every now and again!