it's official. i've made it official - it's time to start spring.pack your bags, get on that bike and get out. no more winter workout. time for some farming.
i used to hate going out to our piece of land, just a half-hour outside the city. when i was a kid it was a synonym for being dirty and hot, i had hay fever and i remember always getting itchy eyes. VERY itchy. but it was there. it was the weekend family outing. even the dog.
i grew out of it years later as my siblings and i hit puberty, and started being interested in other things. (for example independence - coming and going as i pleased, as opposed to waiting for the ride home)
and then there was that one moment that i just stopped. i didn't go back for years after we buried the dog...
i rediscovered the land and the shack there seven or eight years later. it had slowly been left to nature to repossess, since its tender had moved away. it needed a little spit&polish, but i got it back into decent shape. the first year there were barbecues and friends, then the second season i did other things, etc.
now its the beginning of a new season. the apricot trees are blossoming, the grass is starting to grow, leaves are yet to appear. its time to reclaim it. it's time to remember how things were done in the days of olden, how it was the seasons not the fiscal year that dictated life, that the body can work to create bites of food as opposed to just bytes. and then there's the whole plant-a-tree ride-a-bike create-your-food thing going...
so at the beginning of this new year i pledge to keep in contact with the land, and if there are others that are interested i will provide the surroundings for them too to establish contact with it. especially horizontal contact beneath the oak trees after a good bbq...
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