Doll Can Create

There was a moment at the store today.
Standing there, looking at the potatoes.

You would think it would be simple.
Potatoes are humble. Basic. A staple.

But not today.

I was searching—hoping—for local.
Something within my 100-mile circle.
Something rooted close to home.

And yet…
what was there just wasn’t quite right.

This time of year is tricky.
The potatoes have overwintered.
They’ve done their best to hold on.
But you can see it—they’re tired.

Soft spots. Sprouting.
A little past their prime.

And so I stood there, sighing a little,
because let’s be honest—

I’m a spuds gal.
Grannie Doll likes her potatoes.

So I made a choice.
I reached for the PEI potatoes.

Not local…
but still Canadian.
Still part of the land I call home.

And here’s the thing—
this 100 Mile Life I’m living?

It isn’t perfect.
It isn’t a straight road.

Sometimes it’s a little bumpy.
Sometimes it asks for patience.
Sometimes it asks for grace.

And today, it asked for flexibility.

I didn’t beat myself up.
I didn’t turn it into something heavy.

I simply chose,
brought them home,
and will enjoy the meals they become.

Because this life—this rooted, intentional way of living—
is not about rigid rules.

It’s about awareness.
It’s about trying.
It’s about coming back, again and again,
to what matters.

And what matters is this:

We keep searching.
We keep choosing local when we can.
We keep supporting the land beneath our feet.

And we trust.

We trust that the earth will produce in due season.
That fresh crops will come again.
That abundance will return.

In the meantime,
we live gently within the in-between.

Moments of mixing dough for supper’s bread. Starting again with sour dough. Does it feel good? Of course it does.

We cook.
We eat.
We give thanks.

And we carry on—
with soft hands and open hearts.

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Grannie Doll Blessing 🌸
May you find peace in the imperfect choices,
joy in the simple meals,
and trust in the seasons that are still unfolding.
The earth is not finished yet—and neither are you.