Her Scattered Gold
Getting on for mid-July now and there were a goodly number of things in the kitchen to be processed and laid by against the winter. Among them were a couple of generous baskets of Golden Beets.
While processing things for the canner and freezer Et Ux commented on how staying out of the cash economy allows one to be immensely wealthy. The cash economy gives one a false feeling of poverty even after what really fulfills your wants and could make you happy is long since satisfied. Without that false focus it is quite easy to feel opulent and to spare.
It is much like the frequent theme in myth and fairy tale such as this one: A poor man lived in a cottage so small that he could open the front door, open the back door, and put the kettle on the hob all without stirring from his chair. One night he had a dream that he went into the town a number of miles hence and there beside the bridge was a pot of gold. He set out for the town, got to the bridge, and stood there in the sun all day where the gold ought to have been. The innkeeper, seeing him an being curious, asked him over and offered him an ale in exchange for his story. When the poor man told his story the innkeeper said, "Much as I suspected, I see you there all tattered and poor wasting in the sun and I said to myself, now that's what comes of a many who follows dreams. I myself have had just such a dream. I came upon a tiny cottage so small I could open the front door, open the back door, and put the kettle on the hob all without rising from my chair. There, under the hearthstone, was a pot filled with gold. Now do I go running off to find it? No, unlike you, I do not follow dreams.
The poor cottager rushed back home, lifted up the hearthstone, and there was a pot of gold.
The gold here being metaphorical. I've looked for that gold too. For years I planted these golden beets and every year the germination has been dismal and the growth and yield worse than that. There were a small handful of beets to be had raw, but never more than that. None the less, I planted them again this spring. The germination was nearly 100%! Nearly every transplant lived and made a bulb.
Like so much scattered gold brought back together, here was a thing of value, all the more outside the cash economy.
About 14 square feet of growing bed yielded 16 pints of pickled beets and four quarts of beet-greens.
I've planted another seed bed of them for the fall. How do I expect to fare? Well, there is a story that goes like this: There was once a gardener who planted a bed so small you could .......

While processing things for the canner and freezer Et Ux commented on how staying out of the cash economy allows one to be immensely wealthy. The cash economy gives one a false feeling of poverty even after what really fulfills your wants and could make you happy is long since satisfied. Without that false focus it is quite easy to feel opulent and to spare.
It is much like the frequent theme in myth and fairy tale such as this one: A poor man lived in a cottage so small that he could open the front door, open the back door, and put the kettle on the hob all without stirring from his chair. One night he had a dream that he went into the town a number of miles hence and there beside the bridge was a pot of gold. He set out for the town, got to the bridge, and stood there in the sun all day where the gold ought to have been. The innkeeper, seeing him an being curious, asked him over and offered him an ale in exchange for his story. When the poor man told his story the innkeeper said, "Much as I suspected, I see you there all tattered and poor wasting in the sun and I said to myself, now that's what comes of a many who follows dreams. I myself have had just such a dream. I came upon a tiny cottage so small I could open the front door, open the back door, and put the kettle on the hob all without rising from my chair. There, under the hearthstone, was a pot filled with gold. Now do I go running off to find it? No, unlike you, I do not follow dreams.
The poor cottager rushed back home, lifted up the hearthstone, and there was a pot of gold.
The gold here being metaphorical. I've looked for that gold too. For years I planted these golden beets and every year the germination has been dismal and the growth and yield worse than that. There were a small handful of beets to be had raw, but never more than that. None the less, I planted them again this spring. The germination was nearly 100%! Nearly every transplant lived and made a bulb.
Like so much scattered gold brought back together, here was a thing of value, all the more outside the cash economy.

About 14 square feet of growing bed yielded 16 pints of pickled beets and four quarts of beet-greens.

I've planted another seed bed of them for the fall. How do I expect to fare? Well, there is a story that goes like this: There was once a gardener who planted a bed so small you could .......









