Time…one of the two currencies that we use to barter our
lives away, is much more important, in my opinion, than money…the other. I am
sure there are those who would disagree, but this is my blog, and I’ll spend my
time here ranting about it if I choose.
See what I mean? We use the word ‘spend’ to describe
all exchanges of either. Time and money really do seem to rule our world.
Today, a few confused weeks into Daylight Saving Time here
in South Texas, it is pitch dark when I must wake to begin my work day and I am
not yet accustomed to ‘light and bright’ when I should be thinking about ending
it. Will I ever be? Is it just me; or isn’t it just easier to settle in and
wind down around twilight? To my mind, a deliciously shrubby cocktail and a
gorgeous sunset are the perfect way to end any day’s toil.
Count me among those who don’t get it. What are we saving
daylight for? I find it both stingy and silly. After all, saving daylight
doesn’t add one more minute to a day. It only makes it difficult to know when to
stop with one kind of activity and begin another. What’s worse, this miserly saving daylight obsession
is encroaching on ever more months each year.
There, I feel much better now that’s said. Let’s move on to
happier thoughts.
As you surely know by now, most waking hours, whether light
or dark, are spent lost in “shrubbery” here. Choosing fruit, chopping fruit,
stirring fruit or obsessing about what fruits are now the ripest and most
succulent, takes up every minute…not even dreams are safe.
Here’s the happy news. These early spring days, dreams
are full of sweet promise and inspiration.
Loquats are set and plentiful. They’ll be fat, golden and
ready to pillage by late May. There’ll be berries of every sort to crush, in
just short weeks. Texas Ruby Red Grapefruit still abounds at market. The heady
perfume of fuzzy, juicy, luscious peaches will fill our kitchen soon. Springtime
is here, and no matter what the clock says, in the shrubbery, it’s our kind of time!
More soon, as chopping as stirring allow...
