The Roast Beef Life: Things To Come:

"Learn to like what doesn’t cost too much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction of doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the songs of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple, and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others."
-Lowell B. Bennion

Hardy:
1.capable of enduring fatigue, hardship, exposure, etc.; sturdy; strong: hardy explorers of northern Canada.
2.
(of plants) able to withstand the cold of winter in the open air.
3.
requiring great physical courage, vigor, or endurance: the hardiest sports.
4.
bold or daring; courageous: hardy soldiers.

Hearty:

1.warm-hearted; affectionate; cordial; jovial: a hearty welcome.
2.
genuine; sincere; heartfelt: hearty approval; hearty dislike.
3.
completely devoted; wholehearted: hearty support.
4.
exuberant; unrestrained: hearty laughter.
5.
violent; forceful: a hearty push; a hearty kick.
6.
physically vigorous; strong and well: hale and hearty.
7.
substantial; abundant; nourishing: a hearty meal.
8.
enjoying or requiring abundant food: a hearty appetite.
9.
(of soil) fertile.

She halted under the Watching Pine to gloat over Silver Bush, all her love for it glowing like a rose in her face. It had never looked so beautiful and beloved. How nice to see the smoke curling up from its chimney! How jolly and comfortable the fat, bursting old barns looked, where hundreds of kittens yet unborn would frisk! The wind was singing everywhere in the trees. Over her was a soft, deep, loving sky. Every field she looked on was a friend. The asters along the path were letters of the poem in her heart. She seemed to move and breathe in a trance of happiness. She was a reed in a moonlit pool...she was a wind in a wild garden..she was the stars and the lights of home...
(From L. M. Montgomery's "Pat of Silver Bush")

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Things To Come:

* My definition of "Roast Beefiness"
* Instructions on how to be Roast Beefy.
* My opinion on different aspects of The Roast Beef Life:
* Unschooling
* Country Living
* Being Well-Read
* Honestly seeking The Truth
* The Roast Beef Family

-Everly

The Roast Beef Life

What's what:

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Things To Come:

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