It
is the first day of summer. One-hundred-degrees, says the forecast. The
corn is already above my knees, and the wheat has already been harvested to
make way for soybeans. Flowers grow; vegetables are beginning to come into
fruition. Families of animals scurry about, mothers patiently tending their
young.
It is the time for blossoming. Children blossom, flowers, trees; baby deer lose their spots, ducklings lose their soft down covering.
All the world takes on a different meaning, and I can only reminisce about all the wonderful summers I have spent with my family, living in the country, and soaking up all that the summer has to offer folks with plenty of land to garden, a seemingly inherited know-how, and an immense passion to be purposeful.
On a typical one hundred degree summer day is there nothing better to do then soak up the air condition and watch mindless television?
To my folks there are not enough DAYS in an HOUR to get everything done, without bothering to soak up the AC.
I am Chasing Domesticity: traditional values and ideals in a modern world. Perhaps not every value, but those things worth holding on to.
Corn pone, peach cobbler, scratch biscuits, and pickling recipes handed down generation to generation... Things we'll lose in a world moving to fast to wait for dough to rise.
… age-old remedies, the knowledge of what is a weed and to whom it is a weed; the ability to recognize a flower based on fragrance alone, and immediately know where to place it in your garden.
Understanding tried and true uses for lye, baking soda, and vinegar. Never worrying over household pests, or why your dog is rooting up your yard. (She's catching moles that will ruin your lawn and eat your tulip bulbs!)
Can we not be both modernized and traditional? Perhaps I will pass on cooking all of my meals on a woodstove, but I would be devastated to lose my grandmother's secrets of baking.
The summer is a time for making vows. The earth vows to replenish our supply of vegetation. The sun vows to replenish our need for warmth. Lovers vow to love one another through sickness and in health.
Today, the first day of official summer, I am vowing to chase domesticity, capture it, and share it
It is the time for blossoming. Children blossom, flowers, trees; baby deer lose their spots, ducklings lose their soft down covering.
All the world takes on a different meaning, and I can only reminisce about all the wonderful summers I have spent with my family, living in the country, and soaking up all that the summer has to offer folks with plenty of land to garden, a seemingly inherited know-how, and an immense passion to be purposeful.
On a typical one hundred degree summer day is there nothing better to do then soak up the air condition and watch mindless television?
To my folks there are not enough DAYS in an HOUR to get everything done, without bothering to soak up the AC.
I am Chasing Domesticity: traditional values and ideals in a modern world. Perhaps not every value, but those things worth holding on to.
Corn pone, peach cobbler, scratch biscuits, and pickling recipes handed down generation to generation... Things we'll lose in a world moving to fast to wait for dough to rise.
… age-old remedies, the knowledge of what is a weed and to whom it is a weed; the ability to recognize a flower based on fragrance alone, and immediately know where to place it in your garden.
Understanding tried and true uses for lye, baking soda, and vinegar. Never worrying over household pests, or why your dog is rooting up your yard. (She's catching moles that will ruin your lawn and eat your tulip bulbs!)
Can we not be both modernized and traditional? Perhaps I will pass on cooking all of my meals on a woodstove, but I would be devastated to lose my grandmother's secrets of baking.
The summer is a time for making vows. The earth vows to replenish our supply of vegetation. The sun vows to replenish our need for warmth. Lovers vow to love one another through sickness and in health.
Today, the first day of official summer, I am vowing to chase domesticity, capture it, and share it
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| Chicken Pick'n Day would always be followed by copious amounts of the most delicious chicken salad you could ever imagine. The secret? Mayonaise, sugar, and vinegar in just the right amounts. |
