we live in the country. meaning the land that is laden with farms and streams and gravel lanes and streets without lights. not so different from Mexico. and so different from Mexico. I walk out the door of the trailer where I live and I see trees. grasses. berries. bushes. no buildings. no lights. no traffic. nature. per say. I hear the birds in the mornings. and the frogs. and the crickets. and noises of the natural land. there were other homes in Mexico. and we saw cars. Yet we as well lived in the country. the voices of dogs we heard. the crickets in the brush. the smell of fruit trees. farmland.
I am content here. do I want to stay in places like this forever? I do not know. I do not know what I want to do next month. next November. next spring. seemingly my needs and wants become continuingly clear as I continue to explore pathways. While simultaneously I uncover more and more possibilities and the options become continuingly rich and abundant. How to choose, choices and choices. I trust that I can choose as many choices as I want when I want. even though sometimes this takes whatever it does to do.
I am off of work today since I worked the market on Saturday. I am baking bread and freezing peas and washing dishes and taking naps and breathing.
Daniel and Rebekah, isn’t great to live in the farm? Smelling the fresh air, the different scents given off by the variety of plants surrounding you, the smell of wet soil, the feel of wet soil and dry soil, gravel beneath your feet…I can tell you many stories of my childhood living in El Derramadero. I was a very young lad when I had the opportunity to enjoy and learn of my surroundings. I am sure that Daniel’s dad has many stories to tell, for he and many of his cousins including myself, would get together to help each other during the corn harvesting season. It was a family affair, and it was great for this time of year was one of the only times in the year that we (kids) had the chance to savor the flavors of coca-cola:-) Yes the one liter bottles that we all would share…it was great.
I can also recount the times when my uncles, Manuel, Milio, and Reyes would send us kids to tend the cattle up in the mountains. It was some experience that I would never forget, it was there where I would learn to use mother nature’s offerings to entertain myself by building and creating things that I will soon pass on to my kids. I remember that Papa Nacho, Daniel’s bis-abuelo will tell us kids to get up at the break of light and don’t come back ’til sundown. At that time we probably had about 35 head of cows and bulls.
This comming September I will be going down to El Derramadero and I will go back to walk those memories once again.
Can you post some photos of your garden? I will send you a couple of the garden I have in my backyard. I have already collected chiles and tomatoes off my plants, I also have cantelopes and cucumbers.
Hey, sorry for such a long comment…vivan la vida muchachos, for we are only here a moment in time…