(Gah– I don’t like that title. Any title I come up with just sounds cheesy.)
It’s a wonderful warm day here in Alberta, the kind where the true northerners start complaining about the heat. But I just want to sit in the sun and say ahhhhhhhhh.
I’m taking a break and eating some watermelon, trying to forget about supper and the messy kitchen and what’s for lunch tomorrow after church.
Since the rain is over I’ve been living down in the garden. The other night I was down there with Dan at 10 p.m. The children were playing and the sun was still high. We were talking about life, inching along the carrot rows. The carrots are ridiculous this year, just a carpet of weeds. You basically have to lie down to get close enough to sort out the carrots and they’re in amongst a whole whack of camomile, which looks a lot like a carrot in its beginning stages.
Anyway. I thought that I would rather have a weeding carrot date than steak on the ocean front. Puttering in the garden together is highly underrated.
On second thought, I’d take both dates. Once the garden is clean (it will be a while), I’d pick relaxing by the sea. In a white dress. With a good garden tan. And him in khakis. Ahhhhhhh. More realistically, Dan will be haying and I’ll be starting over on the weeding.
On Saturday morning likes this one, when we have pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream and sausages and we all sit down and it’s sunny and June, I get this sense of frantic pressure that says, “there’s got to be a way to share this goodness. This food. This family.”
And I feel ready to adopt about four more children. I’m that ready to call an agency and get things started. Because adoption is something that has always gotten to me and I can’t stand to read of all the needs and sit here and do nothing.
But then there were other moments this week where I knew that if we can make it through by the skin of our teeth with this whole parenting thing and the six God gave us, I will be overwhelmingly grateful.
So this post is to let you all know that we’re doing fine up here. I know you’ve been sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for news. There’s a lot of sticky tea on the floors and I guess I mentioned all the weeds already. I get quite addicted to weeding and I’d be happy to just camp in the garden, but everyone still needs to eat and bathe and stuff. The lilacs and peonies are blooming magnificently this year and it makes my cup of happiness overflow. Our school walls got painted and the deep, warm, brown-orange that Vivian and I picked out looks wildly pumpkin. Unsure of what else to do, we just cleaned up the mess and moved on.
One day this week we were tourists in our own town, which was fun. I took pictures and planned to blog about it, but I don’t know if I will. Maybe if it rains. The youth group and a few of the rest of us cleaned up the garden and lawn last night for neighbors who are gone on a trip. It was a good evening and a fun way to spend the longest day of the year.
Liesl was playing nurse the other day and told me in sepulchral tones that she was performing a blood surgery. Andre wishes he was a bumblebee so he wouldn’t have colds and allergies. And I still haven’t changed blog sites or done anything about archiving my blog.
I’ve been thinking about popular people like Jen Hatmaker and I have this post about popularity and pride (my own) and jealousy (mine too) and other things that I want to write and I even keep finding good quotes from whoever writes Katie John and Donald Miller that I want to use. But it will probably go the way of all the stellar posts that happen in my head in the garden. Drowned in the reality of sticky floors and chickweed and church cleaning. Xanga is so quiet these days. I miss all of you who used to blog here.
Happy summertime!
it. The big circles on the long legs are knees.
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