I'm off to California tomorrow to begin the book tour for "Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz and The Caregiver," and while it's exciting to begin this adventure and reconnect with old friends, it's also necessary to say 'goodbye," for a while, to my life in Woodstock.

Taking leave of my husband is a complicated matter. It's the longest we've been apart in the eighteen years we've been together, and it's also the arena where the practical and emotional collide. I'll be away for nearly a month, and he'll have to take over some of the many tasks I normally do to keep our life together running smoothly. There are lists to be made, bills to be paid, endless details to attend to. Then there's our vacation rental business. He's never been "hands on," but that's about to change -- at least for a while. And of course, I'll miss him.
I'll miss my many friends, our dog Lucy, my kitchen, the vegetable garden I'm entrusting

to a neighbor, and the awkward, amusing wild turkey family that sometimes crosses our road. The delightful Woodstock Wednesday Farm Festival will begin in my absence, as will the Saturday Flea Market where odd little treasures can be unearthed.
Aside from Lucy the dog, I've grown fond of other creatures. I save my vegetable scraps for a lively flock of

chickens who live nearby. Their eggs always delicious and never "uniform" like those found in stores, are special treats for guests staying at The Waterfall House. This year's flock includes hens that lay green eggs. I love feeding the chickens and chose to spend time with them on my birthday this past winter.

Then there's the cow and the calf and the horse. I like to take the long way home by the pasture so I can spend a few moments with these creatures. I first saw the calf a few days after her birth. She's grown. She's a little "Buddha" calf. When she's not nursing or exploring the meadow, she sits on her haunches gazing at the newness of her world. Her mother, a black beauty with a white blaze on her face, is never far from her, nor is Thunder, the wild mustang. A neighborhood woman who visits daily has only to call his name, and the horse comes running to eat the carrots she brings. He's generous with his big, sloppy kisses and loves to nuzzle the woman. Stopping to spend a few moments in this pastoral setting is a meditation.
The poppies will bloom, the calf will grow bigger, and I will have stories to tell, so please "stay tuned" and ride this adventure with me.
Barbara
Have a Fantastic Trip-Enjoy it all-
ReplyDelete"I'll be away for nearly a month, and he'll have to take over some of the many tasks I normally do to keep our life together running smoothly. There are lists to be made, bills to be paid, endless details to attend to. Then there's our vacation rental business. He's never been "hands on," but that's about to change-"
Hmm, I am sure it will all get done, maybe not in the usual orderly fashion, but it will get done, I think you can pay your bills on the Iphone, certaintly schedule a vacation weekend on the Iphone, make a list, only if you don't loose the Iphone :} All will be fine, have a wonderful trip..