It’s A Good Life.

A good life for me is a natural life. One in which I see trees, plants, soil and anything that grows in the earth. And I must see it every day. I have to see the evergreens, and the bright flowers and the green vegetable gardens in the three seasons where life is colorful and vibrant.

From early May to late October I am outside almost every day for several hours. In May and June my hands are always in the dirt, and I am very happy that way. It feels good to be dirty from top to bottom, with the sun blasting me! Over the last 35 years, this is my normal condition daily in the warm weather months.

It’s pretty bleak, of course, in the winter but still alive. Those dark, thorny honeysuckle branches where a large hawk will rest is always a living image of the coming winter. But the late fall can be nice as well. As late as early December, when the flora is dormant, I am out trimming the hedges, bushes, and small trees.

January through April here in Northern Illinois can be tedious for me, and I don’t feel as alive and happy and healthy as the Spring through Fall. But I have music to keep me company and many other interests.

I always wanted a little house and piece of property so I can live with some autonomy and have real life around me. It isn’t a large place, but it’s enough. When you live in a place, it eventually resembles the type of person who lives there.

Just the sight of sparrows diving and flying from the trees to the patio is a daily joy. I can’t live any other way. When I can no longer have this life, then I know that my end won’t be long in coming.
That’s alright. It is a Good Life now.