Really, they do. Mr. Barefoot and I have been (as you all know) looking for a house. I don't think anything in the world could have highlighted our differences more effectively.
Since deciding to take the plunge, I have been making lists and charts of what I would be willing to settle for, how much I feel we can afford, what our prospective budget will be, average lot sizes in different areas of our town and how that would affect my gardens and growing potential, etc. I am a little bit OCD about the whole thing, actually.
Mr. Barefoot? Well, he isn't doing all that. He keeps looking for that house that....I don't really know what he is looking for. I just know that he keeps LOOKING.
Here I have been online for quite a bit of the day researching espalier techniques and fruit tree varieties that could be grown in my (zone 3 or 4, depending on who you ask) climate. It's a little early for that, seeing as we haven't even found a place, but a girls gotta dream, right? I had been thinking that I could just take some of the young plum, apple, and crab apple shoots from my folks' place and espalier them wherever our new yard will be. I think that would work for the plums, and maybe for the apple, but I think the crab is too big.
I do think it will be a potentially awesome deal, though. I can get apples and plums from my folks, and then my honorary uncle has said that I can come and get raspberries, blackberries, and hazelnuts from his place. I don't know if I will get the hazelnuts, but raspberries and blackberries? Heck yeah!
That makes me think about how dang lucky I am. Really. Even if I stayed here and continued to garden at my folks' place I would have just about everything a gal could need. We are one mile from the local river, have really productive gardens, fruit trees, a stretch of woods that occasionally sprouts up some tasty mushrooms, and the knowledge of where in the area there are good things to "forage".
Heck, the whole world could grind to a stop tomorrow, and I think we would get through all right.
But all that is beside the point.
The point is that while I am spending all my time making lists and looking at every penny spent with a microscope to ensure that it really does need to be spent, Mr. Barefoot is just bopping along like always. He is so blissfully unconcerned about the environmental impact he has. He is cheerfully ignorant of the concept of "simple living", of reducing one's wants and becoming happy with what one has. while I dream of taking Voluntary Simplicity, YMOYL, and Possum Living to heart, he is dreaming of new SUVs, golf course lawns, and impressing his friends with whatever new toy is cool.
Like I said, opposites attract.