Thursday, January 22, 2015
On the twenty second day of the new year my farmer boy took me on a detour past the hazel-nut orchard but wouldn't tell me why.
I wandered up and down the rows chatting about how the blackberry vines needed to be cut back, how last year when we picked the hazels I had just gotten out of hospital and my world felt like it was upside down, and how we should make sure we finish eating the last crop before we harvest the next. But I had a feeling he was too involved in what he was doing to really hear me. That he had other plans.
After we found what he wanted we came back up to the house, I started on the laundry and then lunch and he disappeared for a bit.
When he returned he gave me a bunch of gypsy flowers he'd made from the hazel-wood.
I'm not sure who's getting more from this new wood cutting love of his. What a gift. What treasures.
I feel like when we made the almost impossible decision to minimise our business a year an a half ago, that this is exactly what we were hoping for. Time. Love. Passion. A focus inward rather than out. I feel like it took us most of that time to get here but it sure was worth it. I think I said this the other day but I have to mention again what an incredible thing it is to watch someone you love doing what they love. What an honour.
I look forward to seeing what happens next.
I hope you are feeling the love, my friends.