Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Nathan, Barbara and Sanne just left this morning after a quick weekend visit. Ellis and Owain just love their cousin Sanne, who keeps up with them like she's always lived with savage toddler boys.
I started thinking about the upcoming indoor antics to be had this winter - forts and playdough with the boys, soups and crockpot goodness at mealtime, snowy days and a steaming hot tub before bed. I like to note these good blessings not because I want to portray a blissful lifestyle, but because it is these kinds of things that beautifully balance our daily stresses and decisions and difficulties. This life may be aging me prematurely, but it's richer and deeper than I ever imagined.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
We haven't retired the wheelbarrows, spades and buckets just yet, but we are getting ready to put the gardens to bed in the next few weeks after the first frosts come in the night. In the meantime, we're still looking at tomato plants keeling over in protest of the hundreds of red fruits dangling from their limbs - a happy problem, to say the least.
We have entered the beautiful, fleeting days of fall when the sky is so blue, I can hardly stand it. The flowers and vegetables and multi-colored trees pop against the sunny skies--crisp and vibrant.
Apple pressing happened last weekend - the Bolens tractor was full of apples from our "small" tree and we were able to pick from multiple neighbors' trees again this year, making for 28 gallons of very tasty cider.
Matt Plies, our September friend in residence, made his third annual trip to Lostview for much wonderful eating, drinking, laughing and all around irreverence. Ellis and Owain have gotten to celebrate their birthdays with Matt nearly every year as well, including a ruckus of a shindig with Gaga, Boompa and Great Grandma visiting for a birthday party.
Thank goodness my mom offered to make the birthday cake, because I know there's no way I could top this carrot cake masterpiece.
The boys, modeling their matching dino jams before bed - thanks, Gaga!
And thanks, Matt. We miss you already.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Grete, the beautiful sailboat on Lake Superior
With fall comes cider and hot cocoa and fresh soups, changing leaves, cooler days and visits from friends. More change, more adjusting, more growth.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Here's a word-for-word transcript of a recent conversation I had with Owain in our lower garden:
Me: Do you want some raspberries?
Owain: (running toward me with his mouth and hands open) No!
Me: Yes, I do, Mama.
Owain: Yes, I do, Mama!
(various enthusiastic eating noises ensue as he stuffs his mouth)
Owain: More raspberries, Mama!
Me: More raspberries please, Mama.
Owain: More raspberries please, Mama.
(more eating noises)
Me: Thank you, Mama.
Owain: Vencou, Mama.
It occurred to me that if someone was hearing only my voice, they would assume I was having a lovely conversation with either myself or an invisible person by the name of "Mama." And quite frankly I'd be lying if I said this didn't disturb me just a little bit.