I can see how it might be a slippery slope to becoming a nudist.

I'm just saying I've had a few experiences lately that have lead me to believe this.

You always think; nudist colonies = nut jobs. And you list, perhaps quietly as part of an internal dialog reasons why being a nudest - or lets just say practicing acts of nudism - is absurd. Sunburn. Plastic seats. Winter.

Expression is an interesting thing. There was a gardener, Ruth Stout who Eric and I have been reading a little here and there. She wrote a book called Gardening Without Work: For the Aging the Busy and the Indolent (this appealed to me on so many levels) and she was known to garden in the nude. How fun! I thought. I'm going to try it.

So yesterday I spent the day without clothes on. Trying to harden myself to bugs in the garden. Thing is, you just don't want to get stuck on the other side of the farm if someone stops by for a visit. I consider this lightly.

There are so many lessons here for me. It hasn't rained in over a month. We watch our 10 acre cover crop barely hold on. I find myself furiously checking the weather every hour; needing to have some control over it. But there is no control here, only the illusion of it. This is a hard lesson for me. Harder still is to watch nature and understand that there is just this moment.


Just


this

one.

A snake runs across my path, a frog jumps out at me. Last night a pack of cayotes ran through howling and yipping just as I was falling asleep. Erie and wonderful.

Kumbaya little chickens!