I turned 50 some time this year and suddenly my hips hurt. A lot. Everyday. Except not right now. Right now i feel great. I'm filthy and sunburned and covered in dirt and it's dark and i've just come inside from 9 or maybe 10 hours of squatting and digging and cutting and tilling and, did i mention? I feel great.
So i'm writing this down, taking note, to remind myself that today i was incredibly happy. It seems silly that i should need a reminder but life is busy and days like this are easy to forget. So i promise to remember today, the hot sun in the blue sky lending fire to the mountains as it slides slowly behind them, the big dipper, bigger than i've ever seen it, emerging from the gathering darkness, the lingering scent of bruised green and damp earth as the tradewinds whisper coolly about love and the meaning of life.