Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!
~ Bob Marley
Today’s Sunday signage might seem a little on the lame side. No humor or irony to be seen at first. What you have to consider is where we found the sign.
Our man Jamie is coming to haul away junk and garbage on Tuesday so we’re making sure we have everything as ready as can be for now. I’m sure we’ll have to have him come back sometime in the future as we have discovered more piles of rubbish, and there is no time to move it into the big pile we’ve amassed for Jamie’s benefit and ease of pick up.
Today M hacked a way through the jungle around The Pavilion so we could have a look inside the trailer that’s parked back there. Neither of us has stepped foot inside of the place yet, but the door is open and we have had a look.
The house here at the Wabi-Sabi Ranch was built by Mr. B, and it’s listed as being built in 1991. However, we have reason to believe that Mr. and Mrs. B may have lived on the property while they were building the house. Perhaps they started building the house in 1988, and lived in this trailer temporarily. The dates make sense.
Or we’re making up stories to give the trailer some history. No matter. Life is all stories, isn’t it? We have been inventing and imagining all kinds of stories to explain the discoveries we’ve made in the house and on the property since moving here.
Isn’t it funny how we try to find explanations for things? And in looking for those explanations, we make up stories.
Aside from making up stories, all the discoveries we’ve made lead me to other thoughts. The more discards from the previous owners we find around here, the more I want to downsize my life. There is something about it all that screams of excess to me, and it makes me wonder how much waste I will be leaving behind.
The rusty nails are situated just inside the door of the trailer. I am guessing they are nails not used in the building of the house. Instead of donating them to someone who could use them, they were discarded and left to rust. The box has broken down to shreds while the nails oxidized.
I wonder about the trailer itself. Couldn’t someone have done something with it other than let it rot behind the pavilion?
Ah well. Enough of that for now.
In other news…
I’ve been cooking a lot today. Although we don’t have much of a garden just yet, M and I decided we would like a few tomatoes and peppers so we popped a few plants in the garden area and hoped for the best. Who knew the best would be a bumper crop of tomatoes? As I type there are tomatoes and garlic roasting in the oven for a roasted tomato soup. Earlier I made a big batch of kitchari so I could use up some peppers as well as a cabbage I bought at a local farm market.
When the tomatoes finish, I’ll be roasting cauliflower and broccoli to use for dinner in a pasta with roasted vegetables dish. That will leave an eggplant and a huge bag of kale for me to contend with tomorrow. The harvest has been good here on the Eastern Shore, and I don’t want to waste any of what we bought or grew on our own.
If you read my last post, you’re probably wondering about the small adventure I mentioned. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It involves more work here at the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, as well as a bike ride or two.
Thank you for stopping by today. I hope you had a delightful weekend. The sunsets here have been lovely lately. Feel free to join us on the dock this evening or, if you prefer a higher seat, on the platform.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂