Because, sometimes, all the work in the world should, and can, wait.
Especially if you, like me, are like this swell guy–
“I arise in the morning torn between the desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” -E B White
Thankfully, all of my chosen professions–mother, farmer, writer–combine the two. But, all of them are also HARD work. I get tired. We all get tired.
So, when the farmer says lets pack a lunch and go to the lake, I say okay.
Even if the tomatoes, split from the rain, don’t get processed and are fed to the pigs instead.
Even though I want to paint the walls of my home and chop all the overgrown blackberries in the landscape before we have our open farm potluck in a few weeks.
These days, who knows how many there are?
We center our lives around doing good work, and honestly, it sometimes feels too exhausting. But hey, even though we chose to farm not as a hobby but as a profession, and even though we chose four kids instead of one or two, and even though we chose to homeschool all of them (hundreds they feel like, sometimes) to boot–even though all of that, we really are free and independent and go to sleep with tired, happy hearts. We really are living the good life, as good as life can be, for us.
And so, that is why we do it.
For Monday getaways.
And, all the other stuff, good and bad, in between.