Sunday, September 9, 2012
I think she was teasing us a bit as we were sitting out in our garden sometime in early August on a weekday night. Our black Austalorp hen was scrunched in the cat bed laying an egg with little regard for the bustle of people coming and going from the kitchen door and we were serving up dinner to our kids in what has been dubbed the weekly "Drop-in." Lu surveyed the scene with a bit of humor and declared: "This is some deep living you've got going here." Indeed.
We like living in town. In fact, we live incredibly close to DOWNtown. We can head out our front door and within 15 minutes on foot, find ourselves sitting at a coffee shop in the parks blocks in the middle of downtown. I love just about everything that urban living has to offer--public transportation, street fairs, art galleries, and neighbors who get all up in each others' business. But, we like some other presumably non-urban stuff too.
Our 3 chickens are pretty spoiled city chickens. They get to "free range" the back yard all day--which includes 2 happy apple trees, a cherry tree, a fig tree, a persimmon tree, several garden beds and a 2-bin composter that works overtime providing worms, grubs and rotting treats. In return, they offer up some pretty ordinarily amazing brown-shelled eggs. All of this thrives on a typical urban lot that takes about 20 seconds to walk from end-to-end. We live in an ordinary post-WWII ranch-y tract house on a city street where all the houses are the exact same distance from the street (or at least they were originally before modifications and add-ons.)
So, if this attempt to get real, make use, make do, grow things and give back is part of a greater movement to live more deeply, we are so digging it...