Henry has been bored this past week, so he stole the camera, took over the laptop, and put some pictures of his cute little self on my blog. Bad cat, Henry!












Henry would like to assure you that none of these photos were staged…

Henry has been bored this past week, so he stole the camera, took over the laptop, and put some pictures of his cute little self on my blog. Bad cat, Henry!












Henry would like to assure you that none of these photos were staged…

Can there be anything more soul uplifting than a July sky day of clear blue and white?

The berry path beckons…

the berry path beckons…
Luscious red and purple berries hang amidst thorns and stickers
tempting, teasing,
Further in the bigger, plumper berries dangle in clumps, tantalizing.
How far in will you go to fill your basket?

The briars stripe red across your hands.
The sun swelters long-sleeved arms. Eyes sting from sweat.
The thorns grow thornier; the poison ivy thrives,
and who knows what lurks in the stickery thicket just beyond your boot?

The cool of a wild grape arbor is welcome shade, and scratches are redeemed by buckets filled with berries.


The surprise of unexpected flowers and clouds add joy and sweetness to the burst of berries on a purple tongue.
And to cool the evening, berry dessert on the porch.

These perfect days refresh our souls…
This is part 6 of several posts discussing Richard Foster’s chapter on Simplicity in Celebration of Discipline.
We bought a galvanized wash tub the other day to use next to the washer we are installing. (Well, Mr. H.C. is installing it; I’m not the plumber!) An old-fashioned galvanized tub seemed to fit the cottage better than the cheap plastic ones that sell at the Big Box stores. UPS delivered the tub last Monday, and I put it together in the front yard.
It came from Pigeon Mountain Trading Company in Georgia, but it was made in Mexico. And my question is: If I buy a galvanized tub made in Mexico, am I supporting some poor person who is working at his own business to support his family, or am I making him/her work in a dangerous factory with molten metal and lousy working conditions? Am I giving some person in need of a job welcome employment, or is it a low-paying job that doesn’t provide for a decent living?*
Yes, this is another “stuff” post that is hard to write, hard to live…
Foster’s ninth rule of practical simplicity reads:
Richard Foster’s chapter on Simplicity from Celebration of Discipline is not easy. It has stuck with me, and made me consider many of my actions and the way I live as a wealthy American. No, we won’t ever make the Forbes list of billionaires, but we have houses, cars, and too much stuff, plus some money in the bank. If a family of four makes $40,000 a year (after taxes) they are in the richest 15% of the world’s population. To discover just how rich you are on a world wealth scale, you can go to this site Giving What We Can. (I’m not necessarily recommending their charities, but the money information was very personal and interesting.)
And not only do I have more wealth than most people in the world, the stuff I buy might be contributing to someone else’s oppression…
Also within the last two weeks, I purchased a new pair of jeans at Ann Taylor Loft and the same questions apply: Were they made in one of those clothing factories that caught fire or collapsed? Or if not those, another sweatshop in another poor country? We live in a world of instant information, but how do we find this out?
I have a closet full of cheap clothes, and I’m not sure that expensive clothes aren’t made side by side with the cheap stuff in the same sweat shops. I’m struggling with this because I don’t think there is one right answer. Government regulations and unions made the industry disappear from this country, and there will always be a poorer country and an unscrupulous owner to exploit the laborers, whether it be in Bangladesh, Haiti, or Malawi. But it troubles me that I might have encouraged it. Richard Foster writes,
“This is one of the most difficult and sensitive issues for us to face, but face it we must. Do we sip our coffee and eat our bananas at the expense of exploiting Latin American peasants? In a world of limited resources, does our lust for wealth mean the poverty of others?…”
One person can’t change the world. But I can be informed. And I can spend my dollars in a way that I feel comfortable. If you are still reading, you have probably thought about this lately as well. So may I humbly suggest:
When I googled Made in America Shower Curtain Rings I found these metal shower curtain rings, made in the good old USA for 14.95. This has the added benefit of helping OUR economy! And this leads me to the next suggestion,
Today is July 1st. I challenge you to 31 days of making sure what you buy is NOT breaking the back of someone else. I will be writing down my purchases (including food) this month and where they were manufactured. And I’ll let you know how well I’ve succeeded–or failed– in a month or so. No guarantees — I’m as guilty as all of US. And I know that buying this way is more expensive, and it doesn’t make me happy. So what do you think? Are you willing to spend 11.99 on a t-shirt made in America (Organic all-cotton!) as opposed to a $2.99 t-shirt from Joe Fresh that broke the back of someone in Bangladesh?**
*The average hourly rate for a factory worker in Mexico in 2011 was $2.50/hour. Although according to this article by the Brookings Institute, wages in Mexico are rising and manufacturing there is benefitting from close proximity to the United States.
**And just to be clear, I am not against a global economy; I realize that buying American is not the answer for everything; but buying locally has the added benefit of keeping your dollars in your own community… And that’s a good thing.
