I recall, as a little girl, my parents reminding me a lot about nothing being perfect. As a perfectionist at heart, it has taken me a while to become accustomed to things being out of sorts or unarranged or not how I think they should be. I think that motherhood helps make you realize what is truly important. Chicken keeping also helps with that too; after all, chickens take baths in the dirt! It is amazing how so many of life’s lessons are all around us if we simply just open our minds, eyes and hearts to them. Sometimes true beauty lies in the perfectly imperfect.
I got a message from a follower just the other day. She had informed me that Trader Joe’s is now allowing eggs with random double yolkers onto their shelves. How far have we come on that one? For those of you that do not know, they wash and meticulously sort the eggs in the grocery store based on size and color. They also candle the eggs to ensure that there is but one single yolk inside. Mis-shapen eggs or ones that have more than one yolk are typically removed from circulation and deemed acceptable for only processed items such as baked goods, mayonnaises, egg beaters and so forth. These “rejected” eggs do not go to waste. But, if you are a chicken keeper, you have learned that these double and sometimes triple yolkers often are seen as a rare treat, bonus and omen of good luck!
Then just a few days ago, I discovered a wonderful field full of English Bluebells that were all that remained from an old historical homestead on Cape Cod. The flowers were most likely brought over on a ship from England hundreds of years ago. The field was gorgeous. The smell was intoxicating. I could have laid down and taken a nap, and the photos do not do them justice. But then I saw it- one sole little yellow wildflower. Some might see it as an imposter. Others might have plucked it right out. Did it ruin the purity and perfection of the scene? I didn’t see it that way. This little one was not afraid to be different from the rest and shine bright and tall in an otherwise perfect field of bluebells. Gosh, I marveled in the message of this sight.
This all got me to thinking that how important it is not to set our standards too high or too perfect, because happiness really is only achieved when we see that being perfect is never attainable- at least in any sort of sustainable fashion for very long. We can be beautiful and unique and different. There is something so wonderful in that.
No longer do I meticulously maintain my gardens and lawn. Now I appreciate the beauty of a flowering “weed”. Who really decided that these are weeds anyway? Many of these weeds have medicinal properties. It was only the turf companies that decided to declare war on these bystanders and made an attempt to convince folks that a golf course lawn was the most desirable. My perfectly imperfect lawn is full of dancing dandelions that feed the bees, clover that the bunnies love to munch on and the pollinators love to visit, plus did I mention that it also adds nitrogen to the soil? The chickens enjoy munching on chickweed and broadleaf plantain.
I guess I could go on and on but these are my thoughts for today. Gray hairs, wrinkles, tan lines, messy foods, rainy days, smelling like smoke after a fire, dirt under the fingernails after a day in the garden, a few missing feathers, the beauty and uniqueness of a chicken’s comb, singing off key in the shower, two left feet, tears of joy and laughter, fingerprints, scratches on the wood floor, door dings, pottery on the wheel, crooked smiles, friends. These are just a few of my favorite perfectly imperfect things.
What are some of yours?