The hardest thing for me to do is to start. After that, it is finishing to the very end, to the cleaning up and putting away. The dining room table then ends up being the catch-all for everything.Right now it has a stack of dehydrator trays, a container of dried Swedish beans, some empty containers, a bowl of Big Beef tomatoes, a sketch pad, my reading glasses, a couple of face masks, a paper plate with a huge Brandy Wine tomato, my little change purse, printed recipe for Instant Pot Steamed Buns, my watercolour index card art from the DYICAD Challenge, a plate of basil leaves drying, a few packs of seeds….Then there is my laptop and my fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Why I am like this is beyond me. I guess it is my natural self. Maybe I need to live with it and not try to force myself into what I am not. I’m no slouch. I got another small pot of tomatoes saucing on the stove. It will be the 21st quart. This morning I washed the bag of goji berry leaves my mother gave me. They are air drying on trays on the deck. Life is full of things to do. I try not to get/feel overwhelm with this year’s huge harvest. Everything yielded BIG. That is everything except the Fava Beans. They were a total bust, empty pods whereas the regular beans were coming out of our ears. Not sure if I want to try them again next year. I should let go of things not working for me. I need to use my energy wisely and not waste it. So no Fava Beans next year.

Ok, what else can I let go of? Yesterday, I finally pour the rest of clamato juice down the drain. I hate waste but I wasn’t loving it. Sometimes it is ok to waste. It’s loving myself. I am still a bit grouchy. The air wasn’t as smoky this morning. We had sun but now the smoke is back. It feels like the earth is burning. I guess it is. Another day of writing from the front line. 🙂