There are days when I think to myself, "This is not the life I want to live."
Days when I wake up my son to get ready for school before the sun has come up.
Days when I have to pay bills or get my taxes done.
Days when I put the kids to bed a mere ten minutes after daddy gets home from work.
But then there are other days. Blessed days. Few and far between days when I think, "This is exactly the life I want to live."
Days when we go on a family bike ride to pick up a pizza for dinner.
Days when my girlfriend picks me up and we go to a play.
Days when we spend every waking minute in our yard, planning, scheming, dreaming of the future of our small plot of land.
This past weekend yielded two such days. We set up a makeshift chicken run over an empty garden bed and let the girls play in the dirt all day.
Aidan spent hours in the dirt with them.
I laid on the front porch and soaked up the sun while reading about the real history of Johnny Appleseed. Michael Pollan is genius. So is a front porch made of brick.
I could hear George and Avery talking in the backyard while they spread mulch around our newly planted orchard (2 apples, 2 almonds, 1 pear, 1 asian pear, 1 nectarine, 1 peach).
I marveled over the new leaves emerging from our three pomegranate trees and thought about the real forbidden fruit.
I drank a lot of tea.
I took a lot of pictures.
And at the end of the day, I crashed. Yes, this is exactly the kind of life I want to live.