My kids the other day called me Amish. I think they meant it as an insult. After reviewing our house policy on never, ever, no, not never insulting groups of people based on ethnicity, lifestyles, etc. I thought - huh? Maybe they meant it as a good thing. Because to me it is. I grew up near a large Amish community and in that area, it was an insult. But as a small child, I REALLY wanted to be Amish. Even then, I was drawn to simple living. So, after a moments pause, I thanked them. I'm thankful for people of different ways of living and I'm grateful that I have grown beyond my upbringing. And this little Amishwannabe who is quite fond of indoor plumbing was out buying seeds today for my very own garden! I'm grateful I can pick and choose which parts of my life are important and can nurture those parts.
I'm grateful for our local Farmer's Market. With the economy what it is lately, I am so grateful that I can support local agriculture so easily because of the market.
I am grateful for dreams and making them come true. I have dreamed of having a garden for years and this year I'm gonna! OK - more like a tiny plot - all right - honestly - it's one raised bed - but it's mine!