today was so much better.
i picked up a few new plants from the native nursery. i fell in love with ironweed.
i came home with a huge bag of cukes that i hope to pickle this weekend.
i learned some new songs on the uke including annies song.
and we ended the day with the olympics. woohoo for us womens beach volleyball.
we are big olympic fans around here.
hannah’s archery coach was the us olymic archery coach this summer!!
some highlights…
:: hannah is loving colonial plantation camp this week. so far she has made ginger beer, bread, noodles, apple butter, pickles and rose petal pound cake. they have a big feast on friday. she also has been swimming in ponds, dipping candles, making soap, playing with piglets and hunting for ghosts.
:: norah is loving farm camp this week making seed bombs, harvesting veggies and making homemade snacks from the fields, exploring the woods and creek beds and preparing for a kid run farmers market and harvest party on friday.
:: about an hour ago i was washing the dishes. there was a knock at my back door. a stranger (without a dog) opened the door to tell me she had never seen anything as beautiful as my garden and she thought i should know. i told her it made my day.
:: a storm is brewing and they say this heat wave will break bringing in cooler temps in the 70s.
:: tonight i am going out for mexican and margaritas with some old friends.
:: maybe tonight we can sleep with the windows open.
we snuck away to the lake this weekend.
we packed light to make room for the tools.
chris built a floating dock for our friends.
they started early in the morning and were floating on it by the afternoon.
norah caught 2 huge bass.
we didn’t eat them but she wanted to.
i pretty much laid in the hammock all weekend.
we’re headed back in a week and a half for 8 whole days.
it’s not soon enough.
norah has fish sticks planned for dinner our first night there.
we went on a date last night to see these two.
i can’t count how many times i got the chills up in the balcony holding my sweetheart’s hand.
they were amazing. beautiful. perfect together.
today as i was about to throw my ticket away from last night’s performance i stopped.
i tend to get rid of things.
you know, the whole clutter thing.
chris however is the sentimental kind.
i wondered what he did with his ticket.
he saves everything.
he has a basket full of movie tickets, playbills, letters, notes written on paper napkins, cards, all from our last twenty some years together (yes we have been together since we were 19).
sometimes i will open a book to find a poem i wrote him or open a drawer to find a valentines day card i gave him from when we first got married.
those are the things i just can’t get rid of and as much as i want to organize them all and store them together in one place, i kind of like the surprise of finding something from the past in places i would least expect.
so i think i will tuck this little ticket of mine somewhere safe. somewhere random. somewhere i might find in ten years and remember listening to bluegrass up in the balcony holding his hand.
someone who commented about my blog once told me my life and home felt effortless.
when i read this i have to admit i agreed.
i feel guilty about it sometimes. but then most of the time i feel appreciative.
lately my life does feel effortless. it feels so good. simple. calm.
don’t get me wrong sometimes there are bumps.
but those bumps soon get smoothed out.
and somehow everything always works out.
growing up, in times of struggle my mom would always say “we’ll work it out.”
and we always did.
there was something so comforting in those words.
and they still live in me today.
last night as we were sitting on the back porch watching the girls out playing in the neighborhood, chris said to me what he usually says to me at least once a week “we have the best life.”
i of course agreed.
there is nothing spectacular or fancy about it. but it’s ours.
and it feels just right.
::the crape myrtle is about to bloom
::there is a nightly game of ghost in the graveyard
::you eat an entire watermelon for lunch
::the song of the cicada lulls you to sleep
::your back porch has become your living room
::tomatoes make their way onto your window sill
::your compost bucket fills up on a daily basis
::your kids start talking about what they want to be for halloween (i swear it happens every july)
::days start blending into one another and all you know is that it is july but have no idea what the date is
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