Monday, January 4, 2010

Grateful for a lazy day

When I woke up yesterday morning it was so dark outside I checked the clock. It said 6:30, but I couldn’t believe it. I tried for a few seconds to remember if I might have accidentally changed the time the night before. My kids were all sleeping and besides my husband’s snoring, the whole house was quiet. Then I remembered that it’s just January in Seattle. Our days are incredibly short. And to add insult to injury, I could hear the rain pouring down outside.

But all we had on the agenda for the day was hanging out. I made pancakes. We stayed in pajamas until we’d run out of things to do and then we got dressed. The kids took out every toy and the house looked like a tornado had hit us. Eventually the rain slowed, but the sun never came out. We hardly noticed when nighttime came.

While I was feeling a little sorry for myself today about our wasted Sunday, I started thinking about the people I’ve been meeting and interviewing for the book. I’m sure that Kurt Timmermeister over on Vashon didn’t spend a lazy Sunday, and I’m sure his weather was the same. Dinah, Luna, Francesca and the rest of the cows had to be milked. Twice. They had to be fed. The cheese had to be checked and turned, and maybe he started another batch. It probably wasn’t raining in Twisp, but I bet it was freezing, and I know Stina Booth had to check the temperature on her cooler. Brent Olsen way over in Aladdin and the Huesbys near Walla Walla had cattle to feed.

There are jobs with weekends, jobs with vacations, jobs you can put off until tomorrow, all indoor jobs, and then there are the jobs that farmers do. My family spent a lazy day enjoying the pancakes I made with blueberries we bought at the market this summer and froze. We had grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch made with gouda that someone was tending to over at Samish Bay. We snacked on prunes that Jerry Pipitone grew and dried in September and hazelnuts from Holmquist Orchards. We are so lucky, and I am so grateful.