Paper has accumulated and procreated in piles and in drawers.
Hitherto I have not wanted to be fully aware of all that it meant. The end of February always sends me into this white blizzard to sort piles, chuck stuff and tally up last year’s income tax receipts.
Farmer has done his paperwork and was sleeping on the couch, all tired out after Canada’s men’s hockey team won gold. Cold temperatures have kept him from hanging his new gate in the corral and separating bulls from the cows. That leaves more work for next weekend, and he isn’t thrilled. Roadblocks like this piss him off.
Refocusing sunshine beams in through our windows and sorting through seed trays in the sunroom, I found a dandelion plant growing in an otherwise empty pot of soil. We’re tuning in spring with each morning sunrise. I can feel it. The chickens are also laying more eggs.
In the basement grow, lights beam down on several small trays destined for the sun room.
This season inspires more focused plans here. Farmer thinks out loud about what he will adjust and scratches his head at me. The pursuits I’ve decided to discontinue, the projects I will leave for someone else are as important as my goals. Farmer is a great balancer for me, always asking “Why do you want to take that on? You’ve got enough to do.”
One of those projects has been creating a recycling facility in our local RM. I have held several meetings with a group of volunteers like myself and presented many options to the RM. Now I leave those decisions and all of the responsibility to elected officials who use our tax dollars for the highest good of the RM.
I no longer see myself begging people for their recycling and spending all of my spare time either baling those materials or finding other busy people to do this work. And despite the laws already in place, and the awareness I have raised over the past few years with the release of Advice Between Kingdoms, trash burning continues to bleed cancer-causing toxins into the air, land and water.
On the verge of this new season, new ventures, projects and learning opportunities abound. My job isn’t to complain about the state of affairs, but to create a life that thrills me, a life I can be happy with.