Tomorrow morning, Maria and I will hear Bill from the Adirondack Worm Farm give a talk in our town; he will teach us how to use worms to compost our garbage with worms, something that would never have occurred to me in a million years.
Our compost toilet has been a big success, and along with our big solar panel, we’re plotting the future in a changing world. It’s our tiny gift to Mother Earth, who has been so good to us and is in so much need.
It’s Friday again, and I’m enjoying my recovery from my cannabis crisis. I have noticed a lot of news about people getting sick, but I think more about how they recover. I love recovering from things, and I’m getting good at it.
Time is precious to me; every second, minute, hour, or day counts and has meaning. Life goes on; I won’t throw it away.
I want to make good of the time I have left rather than flipping out over how long it might be or how time is rushing past me. Anxiety and gloom are a waste of time; I’m called to make time for what is essential. Being angry or frightened is no longer interesting; I’ve meditated it away. I am actually, and to my surprise, living in the now.
I want even more time to do the vital things in my life. I don’t intend to spend time thinking or worrying about money or politics or running after more money and success. Politicians and angry old men can get into someone else’s head. Mine is full of better stuff.
(P.S. I took a single cannabis edible 90 minutes before bed, and I slept very well and comfortably. Three was too much, especially when mixed with an antibiotic for dental work. There are no symptoms or complications this morning. Tonight, I’m taking two tablets of 2 mg Melatonin. I don’t need to run away from the cannabis; I need to manage it intelligently. I’ll explain how it is going.)
It was supposed to snow, so it decided to rain and mist. Both are beautiful.
I never tire of watching the Imperious hens marching around the farm. Zip has decided to live peacefully with them rather than chase them away. They were patient and forgiving; they are friends now.
Something about the mist landscape photos stirs the soul. They are an integral part of the Winter Pasture; they make me think.
Asher is always the last one at the feeder; he’s also our most extensive sheep.
The feeder is a neat background against our iron Raven; until Zip, he was the official farm symbol.
I just LOVE that photo of your 3 hens. They are so beautiful and Imperious describes them perfectly. I grew up with red hens, and I just love Bedlam Farm. I guess I’ll always be a farm girl at heart, even at 83. I’ve been away from the farm country for 65 years but I never tire of your pictures. For me it’s true – you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t ever take the country out of the girl.
You can cut cannabis gummies into smaller pieces and microdose to find out what is the smallest amount that will work for you. You don’t have to take the whole thing.
Yes, thanks, I know…
The photo just before the imperious hens is just beautiful. Sometimes you take pictures that have perfect composition and they take my breath away. Along with the mist. The hens are looking so good and healthy!
I’m glad to hear your new schedule with cannabis for sleeping is working so far. After my vertigo adventure I worked with my doctor and tried some other types of cannabis for sleep. It had more CBD and a trace of THC. I didn’t get as dizzy but it didn’t help either, so I’ve gone back to what my mama gave me as a kid when I couldn’t sleep…. a glass of warm milk with a touch of honey. She called it the good Lords magic elixir because of the land of milk and honey in the Old Testament. It helps me fall asleep, I still wake up but not nearly as often and I feel pretty rested most mornings when I get up. Here’s to a good nights rest!!!