I contrast then and now. Saturday morning chaos of chores, now Saturday morning leisure. At one time, dashing to standing room only grocery store, then soccer game, then Taco bell for nourishment; today sleeping late, wandering around the back yard with my dog, then oatmeal with bananas and protein powder. My son’s pile of laundry called, today only a small load of towels. I open the freezer back then to find an acceptable dinner, tonight I cook from the garden bounty. Background music was phones ringing, television blaring, city noise outside, this morning in a silent small town, Leonard Cohen croons simple lines.
Oldness, elderhood. Simplicity, quiet. How can I feel remorse towards what is gone? Today’s oatmeal and banana is especially good and Cohen makes so much more sense.
I do relate to this! I once lived on a hobby farm with two children, husband, horses, dogs, chickens and two cows. All this while having to drive 14 miles to my school to teach. I loved those days, especially seeing my children grow up on a farm. But I am so very happy not to be doing it now! Love my peace and quiet….
Amen. Thankfully each season has it’s “perks”