Snow covers soil,the medium of my most real work.
My hands are too clean when idle from planting and tending and harvesting.
Choices and possibilities swirl through my hibernating mind.
I am considering:
attending and speaking at conferences,
homeschooling and unschooling and public lottery,
preparations for winter cooking classes,
acting on the whispered suggestions to start an extended family homestead,
chaperoning American teens in Japan,
or tossing it all aside to live off the land somewhere.
The simple life is not always so simple, yet I am thankful for opportunities and contemplation.
Added to Simple Lives Thursday.