Why is it that as we get older we end up adding more to our already busy lives? That's the situation I find myself in. My husband and I have raised 4 kids who are all out of the house and he goes back to school, out of necessity I might add; I go to work, which I haven't done the whole 25+ years we've been married; and we decide to grow berries for u-picks on our farm. Maybe senility has set in early?
Our u-pick endeavor has been a successful one but there is a lot of work that needs done. We have been waiting for the rain to stop, we live in the Pacific Northwest, so we can work the ground and get it prepared for the new plants that are coming...next month. All 4000 strawberry plants as well as a thousand or so raspberries. Every year I ask myself, "Are we nuts?" My husband on the other hand never asks this question. I'm sure it's because he doesn't want to admit that we are. As if we didn't already have a lot on our plate.
I work at a major retail store as a cashier/salesperson/all-around gopher in their garden department. I have to say there's no department I would rather work in. I love the beauty and fragrance of the flowers and we have a resident female hummingbird that visits to taste what we have to offer. Apparently she likes what she's found because she's there daily. It can make a trying day more enjoyable.
My husband is going to school to work in a pharmacy. This decision came after 20+ years working in lumber mills and having the 2 he worked at close down. He decided it was time to look for a different type of job. He never thought he'd get through the classes where he had to learn a zillion drug names, what they do and their generic and brand names, let alone how to spell them. He's an intelligent guy but lets just say spelling is not his forte'.
As a lot of others think also, we feel at times that we've bit off more than we can chew, but we just keep plugging away and trust it will all turn out in the end.