Mystical Reality

I'm a girl who always wonders if I was born in the right century.* I love the idea of olden times, the sense of community there was, the connection to nature, just through necessity for survival. There are certain things that seem idyllic, lots of things that I wish I would have been there to take part in. That is also part of the reason when I write fiction, I tend more towards the fantasy side than science fiction, because of the beauty in simplicity.

This morning I went to the farmer's market. I've been going for many months now, and I always love going. There is one farmer there, and I don't know his name, but his is my favorite stand. He is such a nice man, and I love to go there. I will always stop and buy something from his stand, even if I don't really need any of the things he is selling (though I'll use it too). I bought around 20 pounds of onions, so his grandson asked me if I was storing up for the winter, and I say yes. He said they'd eat what they didn't sell through the winter. Today was the last day I'll be able to go to the farmer's market (I'm working next week during the last time), and so I wanted to stock up so I'll have plenty of things for the winter. There is something very satisfying about storing up for the winter, as people have been doing for thousands of years. I've been doing it all summer, canning and drying (freezing too, but that is only a modern convenience, though so too is my method of drying).

It all started in June in a Sunday School lesson. They were talking about the word of wisdom, and someone mentioned how we make a big deal about the don'ts, and focus less on the do's. I thought about that, and read the word of wisdom again, and realize I didn't even really have any concept of what food is in season when. I go to the store and can buy anything I want any season of the year. I have enjoyed going through the summer, seeing when things come in season, and enjoying them in season, trying to store them from the peak season, so I can have produce through the winter, and supporting local farmers.

When I think about myself walking through the farmer's market this morning, I feel this same feeling I do as if I imagined some girl in a fantasy setting going to the market to buy vegetables for her family for the winter. It is like a mystical reality, and I feel excited that I got to take part of it.

*I generally conclude that I was for various reasons, such as widespread literacy and how important writing is in my life, and other things like that.