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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Our Garden

It's just a backyard thing, nothing fancy.  Just big enough to fill the fenced-in space where a pot-bellied pig used to live.  I came up with the list of yummies to grow while thinking of what fruits and veggies we mostly eat.  A row of each and there you have it, a tidy little garden that produced enough strawberries this year to feed myself and two wee ones as we stood in the garden admiring their redness...all three berries (at least we didn't have to share).  Dad promises there should be more next year.

This little plot of land has brought me much pleasure over the past couple of months.  I planted seeds and seedlings with a devil-may-care worries if a small foot trampled on it, no concerns over whether or not I thinned out the carrots enough...whatever produces out of the ground would make me happy.  I have learned the art of weeding when the soil is loosened after a good rain (or drowning from eager waterers with a hose).  I have learned to lay straw between the rows; it keeps the weeds down but it also makes boundaries for the little busy feet that like to run around the garden. There is a now-familiar sound echoing through the neighborhood; walk on the straw, walk on the straw, walk on the straw!!!!!!!  Ah, does it really matter anyway?

Just a coupla pics of the boy enjoying the garden...


 I always have a lot of help in the garden, for which I am truly grateful.

This boy, I love.


Monday, June 20, 2011

Living Life As It Comes

Recently I have been working on trying to have a plan yet still living life as it comes.

The plan helps to curb anxiety, no wonder of what we will do today, it's written right there on my things-to-do-today list.

Then there are times, where I just need to let loose, live life as it comes, no plan, no expectations...just go with the flow.

A lot of joy can be found when I go with the flow.
Sweet relief.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Blessings (thanks Marye)

sun shining through sheer curtains that billow in the breeze
peaceful bedroom, patchwork quilt gently lit by the sun
sandy hardwood floors, nothing a broom can't handle
smelling fresh pineapple, cut this morning
two little ones (not so wee anymore) playing in the sand
farm buildings sprouting up from the rolling hills across the field of growing corn
leaves of the birch tree dancing in the wind

Can this be?
I truly live here, experiencing this existence?
I could capture these experiences on film, create a book or a movie.
I could title it This Mama's Dream Come True.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

What You Can't See

Joe and I are still in our pj's, Julie is naked.
We are on our third hour of mindless T.V.
It's 10:50 A.M.
Joe has eaten three pieces of leftover pizza from a plastic bag.
At one point this A.M. Julie was wearing tap shoes.
I feel nauseous and have a headache.
I keep reminding myself that all of the above is okay when this Mama doesn't feel well...
tomorrow will be a new day.