Winter carrots sold out. Nothing else to sell yet. It’s too early. Waiting for the lettuce, beans, spinach, which we will soon have in abundance. Greens will be the featured produce at the farmer’s market until more variety comes in. Everyone will be asking for peppers, tomatoes, garlic, beans and they will have to be patient along with the rest of us.

Pops is visiting so I thought I’d take him to the market and show him what its all about. And I had a few things I needed: tortillas, eggs and I needed to socialize. I think he was expecting something grander. And, at his East Coast pace, it took him all of two seconds to look around and he was ready to go. What to do next. Always. What to do next. He knows nothing about living in the moment. Most of us don’t unless we are forced to.

Thing is, around here, there is nothing to do next. And a lot of visitors just can’t handle that. If you enjoy quiet, solitude, sitting and reading, listening to the birds, or walking to the beach, you’ll love it here. If you are the kind that always needs to be doing, doing, doing. You are going to be very bored. It takes some adjustment, coming to this quiet world. My ears tend to buzz for the first few days I arrive back at our Garden homestead — they aren’t used to listening to all the quiet. Sometimes I turn the radio on just to provide some kind of noise distraction.

Pops inquired about the closest movie theater — no TV here either thanks to the transition to digital from analog; the new digital signals don’t reach as far and they don’t reach us, so we’ve been shut out. Pops probably would have happily driven 1 ½ hours to the cinema to for something to do. I, however, have made peace with the fact that it is a long drive to everywhere so we don’t often go anywhere. What movie is worth the drive and risking the deer who threaten nighttime drivers?