Yesterday's green and yellow wax beans, snapped and ready for blanching and freezing
"But there is a difference. Although I live not so very differently from the way my grandparents did then, my style is different, in form as well as content. But there is one more important thing that is different. There was family all around them. Friends. Relatives. Community. There were ties that could be broken only by death and even then continued. There were so many of us sitting around that table in those days. So many of us under those trees. I know, I know, the poverty and struggle were unfathomable, even for me, for whom my own farm is all too often on the thin edge of survival. And yet there was rich fullness of spirit in that place, that farm on Society Road near Perkins Corners in Niantic, Connecticut, that is wanting in the life we live today."That made me think of the one thing most small towns are missing today - small town people. I've witnessed it, as a child here in the little town I live in, but it's more the exception than the rule these days. Everyone wants to act like a "city" person, even though they live in a tiny town.
I witnessed it in past years in several small towns in Western Oklahoma, as an "outside observer". Real, country people, friendly, helpful, unassuming. Not rural people trying to act like city folk. Instead of that constant need to have "better, bigger, more" than your neighbor, everyone used to be more modest, and humble, and more about helping each other than competing with one another. I guess it's a thing of the past, on the whole. A loss I feel personally.
In other news, there is a battle of wills going on in our family. I waited too long to train Ranger. He's got the hang of walking on a harness and leash without pulling, but we're butting heads on "sit". I should have started when he was a puppy, and just didn't 'get around to it', but he'll get it now. He's a very smart dog. He has a brother coming, an 8 month old registered Australian Shepherd with some dog-aggressive problems, so I have to get Ranger as compliant as possible to be able to handle them both. The Aussie's current owners just don't have time to work with him, and admittedly an active dog like an Aussie isn't a good match for an apartment complex in the city. I know how much work I'm in for, and I'm looking forward to it. Between the two of them I will have a full time job. I hope it doesn't take too long for them to get used to each other. This is him, below - his name is Gunner. Wish me luck - my life is going to the dogs and I couldn't be happier!