(Autumn scrub oak leaves on Middle Hardscrabble Creek)
Well, then. It's been a week or turmoil, hasn't it? Many people are wondering, wondering, worrying, worrying about what will happen. A financial crisis of unprecedented proportions for America and the world. Bailout? or no. I've been reading a lot of the financial editorials on CNN, listening to National Public Radio. Googling. It's complicated and my simple mind wants to separate it into two camps - those who favor government regulation and those who prefer deregulation of the so called Free Market. I tend to favor government regulation. When I was in high school I spent a summer in Germany. I was able to cross the Wall in Berlin and sightsee in East Berlin. I've always remembered the contrast between East and West Berlin. One city was lightness and the other darkness. I reformed some of my then extremely liberal views about communism after seeing the darkness. Today I think that somewhere between the two worlds is the balance that is fair and gentle. And I'm not going to worry anymore because all will go the way it goes.
My dill pickles have been curing in the cellar for 8 weeks. I cracked open a jar and tasted them tonight. Wonderful! Crispy, crunchy, dilly, with just a hint of red pepper. I'm very proud of them and made my husband eat two. What a relief! You know, dills can be very yucky if they get soft in the jar.
I've begun to thread the cottonwood leaf towels in my old Ahrens 10 shaft loom.
And I've begun to believe that whatever happens we will survive. We'll just keep doing what we do.