Yesterday I felt like the woman described in Proverbs 31. Except I did not get up at dawn. The sun raises at 4 am, mind you.
But I got up and made wholesome pancakes, bursting with energy and health from the flax seeds, whole wheat and oats I put in them. (And, yes, they tasted good, thank you.) Then I drove to Ingebjørg, my stepmom and eased her burden by helping her pick some of the cherries from her bountiful tree. With the help from Naomi and Elise we did great. The harvest was impressive.
Back home, our Latvian friends had blessed us with a bag full of fish they had just caught. The only problem: I would have to fillet them by myself. And I was not thrilled.
But, as the Proverbs 31 woman I was, I attacked the fish with, not a plugged nose, but the sharpest knife in the house.
I managed pretty well, don’t you think?
And just as I had gotten the hang of it, my friend Helen came walking by, and she was happy when I said I would give her the rest of the fish for free if they wanted to fillet them by themselves. You see, I have a freezer full of fish already.
I finished pitting the cherries, put them and the fish in the freezer, though in separate bags. Then I had myself a glass of soda with OJ while I read a chapter from the novel I am reading, Sarum, by Edward Rutherford. Interesting reading. Especially since I will go to the UK soon.
And by the end of the day I thought: This was a really good day, and I am blessed to live from the land and the water. Not everybody is as rich as me.