Sometimes I forget how fast paced our world as become. Living in our little cabin has reminded me things used to take longer - there was actually a time in this world when everything wasn't instantly available.
Since I get twitchy if a webpage takes more than a millisecond to load, this has been an exercise in patience for me.
Topping the list of patience-building activities is cooking. For as long as we're in the temporary cabin, I don't have a "real" kitchen. Most of my cooking is done on a griddle or a wood cook stove. The griddle, I love. It takes me back to my days as a short-order cook, which is actually a good thing. I get a dorkish amount of joy from cooking on a griddle.
The wood stove has its charms, but it's also painfully slow. I now understand why there was something cooking over the fire all day in those old westerns. My poor kids have had quite a few meals at eight o'clock at night because I forgot dinner would take forever and a day to make. I'm getting better, though. I'm learning to view it as more of an old-fashioned slow cooker.
I used to laugh that patience was a virtue I did not possess. I'm not laughing anymore because God has apparently decided it's time to teach me some. My stomach has always been a pretty good way to get my attention.
And yes, yes I am really hungry and staring at a pot of water that refuses to boil. Why do you ask?
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.