Sometimes, I ponder why I do the things I do. Why do I feel the need to plant such a large garden at my age? Why do I home can enough food to feed an army when there are only three of us here? Why do I work myself to exhaustion each day when others are lolling about? Why do I rise at 4am when no one else is up? Why? Just why?
This morning was no different that any other day. I was up at 4am brewing the first pot of strong coffee before venturing outside to watch the sun rise above the pines. The thought that I should have been in my warm bed did cross my mind but by then, it was too late. The cool air hit my face and I was wide awake. A chorus of frogs was singing out in the marsh and a pair of geese could be heard calling out on the Bay. The splash of mullet jumping and a lone osprey calling were the only other sounds to be heard. After the recent rains, my footsteps were muffled as I stepped lightly down the board path. It was nigh on pitch black. Yep, I was slap goofy being out here this early.
Perhaps the answer to each of the "whys" is a simple one. It makes me feel good. I am the type that is miserable "not doing". I am thinking this is a throwback to the farming days when I was young. It has stuck with me all these years and it is a tad too late to start changing now. So...early to rise, work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. Nothing wrong with that.
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