If at any time I start feeling like the day-to-day “race” of living prevents me from accomplishing much, I should look back over the past week to see what really happened. Interesting, when asked what the family is up to lately, I blanket over everything with one of those, “oh pretty much the same as usual” lines, when each day brings excitement anew.
Let’s skip ahead from last week’s update and start with Monday morning as an example. When Papa’s boss called him over the radio at 7:30am to tell him that is wife was on line 6, his first thought was, “oh s***”. Since starting work there two and half years ago, that would be only the second time I’ve had to call the office to get a hold of him. The first time was when I was in labor with Chickie. Papa knew that if I was calling the office there must be something terribly wrong.
My Monday morning started out at about 7:00am with a scream, which I described in Tuesday’s post as much different than the typical, sibling rivalry scream of defiance. If you’ve read that post, you already know what happened that morning, and why I called Papa at 7:30am. Thank God we were able to avoid the hassle, expense, and fear involved in a trip to the hospital. Chickie’s cheek is healing well and I expect that, thanks to the healing power of young skin, it won’t be long before she looks normal again.
But that wasn’t the only excitement for the week. The kids and I spent Tuesday in town, getting our windshield replaced, going for a walk to Tim Horton’s for donuts, stopping at the hardware store along the way for birdseed, playing at the playground, trying out a new laundromat, and recouping at home.
By the time yesterday rolled around I was anxious for a boring old day at home! I wondered how in the world I was supposed to do anything extra on my to-do list beyond dishes, reading to the kids, laundry, and wiping dirty faces (or washing rust out of their hair after a roll in an old barrel as they decided to do for some reason on Monday evening).
Pleasant visits with friends, a sister-in-law, and my mom, and family gatherings on Father’s Day rounded out the week. These photos shown here were taken at my Dad’s house Sunday, and the photo at the top of this post, which you can see on the blog, is a four-generation family photo at Papa’s parents’ house.
This was really a perfect Father’s Day. After two family dinners, we landed on the front lawn at my Dad’s, with kids getting rides on my uncle’s lawn mower and tractor, playing ball and other such fun, while most of the adults sat in lawn chairs watching them, enjoying the sweet warm air and perfect amount of shade under the pine tree.
Somehow, Papa and I did manage to get a few other things accomplished this week though. On Saturday I put red plastic around the tomatoes, weeded, planted a second round of beets, broccoli, and lettuce, as well as basil. I also trimmed the chives and comfrey back, and gave some to the chickens.
Yesterday I organized my bedroom and finally removed the plastic from the windows that we had used to hold in warmth during the winter. Papa and I went outside after the kids were in bed to start working on bracing the garden fence, when out of nowhere came a downpour. So much for that idea. Instead we worked on one of the games we’ll be doing with the kids and their friends at their birthday bash on the 28th. It’s coming up so fast!
Today I wrapped up the mowing. Papa’s parents mowed on Monday night and I just needed to go around the garden, the clothesline, and the chicken coop. I amazed myself by getting that done by 10am! Wow! Also mulched the garden with dried grass from Monday’s mowing.
Every winter I find myself (and hear others) saying, “when summer comes, I’ll have more time for ______” or, “when school is over in the spring, there will be more free time to _______”. What are we thinking?! Life never slows down. It just keeps going. And you know what? That’s okay. It’s important to take breaks, but each season has its own work to be done, and while the work of summer can be a refreshing break from that of winter’s, it is no less work! The longer days do help though; to revitalize, to strengthen, and to give hope.
Spring is now over, summer officially begins this weekend, and I find myself thankful. Thankful for health and safety (which Chickie’s accident affirmed), thankful for growing food, for love and laughter, for sunshine and lazy lunchtime breaks, for special events to look forward to, for hugs and kisses, good books, creative work, and even for the feel of muscles well used after a busy day working outside. There is so much to be thankful for, so many blessings we are given, and I never want to be so busy that I forget to stop and appreciate the small moments each day that make this life so wonderful.
What are you thankful for this season?