Saturday was a work day at The Golden K.
There is always something to do when you live on five acres amongst hundreds of pines, cedars and oaks. Especially during winter and spring. There’s dead wood to clean up, leaves and pine needles to blow or rake, irrigation to protect from freezing, wood piles to secure, tree trimming, etc. etc etc….
I’ve been asked by several people who live up here “on the hill” and also by those that I left behind in suburbia if living in the foothills is more work than I thought it would be. I say, “Yes it is but it’s a labor of love”.
As a male I cannot speak to the physical act of giving birth. But I can speak from experience of raising, loving, and being loved by three children.
I’ve often told young first time parents-to-be that raising children is 10 times harder than you think but 100 times more wonderful than you can ever imagine. It’s hard work and challenging. There is so much responsibility you can never be prepared for. The stakes are high. The consequence of failure can be devastating. But the rewards, satisfaction and love experienced are immeasurable.
And that’s how it is with The Golden K. It is a labor, so to speak, of love. A lot more effort and work than I had imagined but an immeasurable amount of satisfaction, gratitude, and pride to go along with the work.
And so it was this past Saturday. A day in “the field” clearing brush, trimming cedars, and staging aforementioned vegetation for burning or hauling off to the green waste site. Hard work and sweat fr sure. There is a lot of satisfaction in knowing the my small piece of the planet is maintained, aesthetically pleasing and – importantly – safe. But mostly satisfaction of knowing I’ve done my very best to let The Golden K shine.
That little light. My little light I call the Golden K. Yes, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
And this is my romantic perspective of life at 3100 feet.