At Christmas when I received books I realized I already had several that I hadn’t read, or had only read partially. I put those books in a basket and decided I would not take a new book out of the library until I had read those. I do keep a list of books I hear about that I would like to read when I have earned it.
One of those books was One Man’s Meat by E. B. White. It has a series of columns that he wrote while living on his small farm in Maine in the 1930s and 40s. I didn’t understand the title until a few weeks ago in an old movie someone said “One man’s poison is another man’s meat.” Now the title made sense. For him and me. He knew that leaving the city and close proximity to his publishers was seen by many to be a foolish thing to do. I could relate to that as sometimes people tell me that they can’t believe anyone would spin and raise chickens. 🙂
He didn’t seem to care and certainly neither do I. We all need to do what feels right inside of us and it is different things for different people.
His columns show a slice of life from that time period. The war in Europe and then our country’s entry into war were occasionally subjects of his columns. He made this statement in his forward that resonated with me to the extent that I still feel a little emotional when I write it here. “It is a collection of essays which I wrote from a salt water farm in Maine while engaged in trivial, peaceable pursuits, knowing all the time that the world hasn’t arranged any true peace or granted anyone the privilege of indulging himself for long in trivialities.”
I feel privileged that I am able to take time each week to indulge myself in trivial pursuits that give me peace in an uncertain world. I think that when we pursue peaceful goings on in whatever form they take there is some good being given out to counter the unpeaceful things in this world.
Certainly his book, published in 1944, continues to radiate peace. Thanks E.B.!
This month I want to talk about the also peaceful Bluefaced Leicester sheep. They have the sweetest little curls in their fleece which has great sheen (shine).
A friend and I “disagree” about the outward appearance of these sheep. I dearly love them but I think their faces are, well, kind of unattractive. The babies look like little aliens to me. She doesn’t think they are ugly at all.
Here are mittens I spun several years ago and wear a great deal each winter. Still in excellent shape, This fiber was from a BFL lamb named Millie.
More on the wonderful Bluefaced Leicester next time! Until then, find a trivial pursuit that gives you peace and go do it, even if you only have a few minutes. E.B. would approve.