(Excerpt from Tales From Heritage Farm.)
“Busy, busy, busy! There is so much to do and so little time.” Are those familiar words or thoughts you ponder often? Do they bring certain images to your mind like the drone of the beehive or the rush of the noonday traffic? Perhaps it sounds like your life. Could it be that you or I am too busy? Let’s check the record.
At 7:30 AM , my daughter and I went to take photos of her beside an historical site for a school assignment. We did this on our way to an 8:00 AM doctor’s appointment. Next, I drove her to school.
Upon ariving home, eleven quarts of apple cider, four pints of grape jelly, and seven quarts of tomato soup were waiting for me to prepare and can them. Besides that, there were three quarts of fresh broccoli asking to be frozen. Several bunches of grapes were badly in need of processing, so I extracted three quarts of grape juice from them. (This time of year has a lot of harvesting and preserving work to be done.)
I gave one haircut and have attempted to sit down three times to write this little entry in my diary (all without sufficient time to complete it). Later in the day, I met my family for a local homecoming game. I have not had much time to sit quietly. I have been on the go. My writing has had to wait. It was shelved until the following day.