When Homesteading Hurts

Reader Contribution by Carrie Williams Howe
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The prime summer heat was blazing outside and the garden was calling to me. Elderberry branches bent under the weight of heavy ripe berries that the birds were eyeing. Bush beans were growing larger and larger, soon to be too big to enjoy.  The table downstairs was full of garlic that had completed its drying process and was ready to trim and store for the winter.

My husband had taken the kids for a hike, so I had some alone time that I could have spent doing any one of these chores. Instead, I lay down on my bed with a book and felt my tired body sink into the mattress like it had been waiting all week to do so. Truth is, it had been waiting all week for this moment.

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