Good Gravy! Has is really been more than a week since my last post? As a child, I never believed those adults who consistently stated that time flies. For I had great proof that time in fact did not fly: it seemed almost an eternity between Christmases. After all, it was almost 10 years between the Christmases of my youth.
Yet, here I am as an adult...adamant that time really does fly. In fact, Christmases have sped up considerably over the years and now they are only about 6 months apart. Tragic really. I never can seem to catch up. I am always caught in a state of recovering from Christmas and preparing for the next one. The only consolation is that it seems that everyone I know is stuck in that same time-warp-loop.
I really do have a great many excuses for my more-than-a-week hiatus. First, my mother and littlest sister were in town for a few days. I spend every single spare moment chatting with them. I love having another adult living in the house with me, even if it only lasts a few days. It is so nice to have someone politely speak back to you, in complete sentences, as you babble about during the day. Another perk is that there is someone around to verify that you aren't going crazy as you run from task to task. It really is refreshing to know that the things that you find difficult like driving schedules, really are difficult. You are not just a wimper-bimper.
Second, baby Wy is in the midst of teething which means that he isn't taking a regular afternoon nap as required by law. He's fussy and needy from the hours of 1-3 PM which is my only time to do things like blog, work in the studio and think clearly. I'm finding my thoughts scrambling like little fruit flies over an overripe apple. Quite disconcerting, I might add.
Third, I came down with mastitis once again. It seems to be a regular thing now. Every 6 weeks I'm achy and moany for a few days until the antibiotics kick in and restore me to my happy self. Such a bummer.
Fourth (as if I need to explain myself further) in those rare moments of somewhat solitude, I've been working on our taxes which isn't one of my favored activities. Doing the taxes puts me in a crabbish sort of mood. I'm sure you understand.
Fifth, I've been busy planting our vegetable garden and working in our flowerbeds. (Oh! How I love growing things!) We just planted 8 rose bushes, a fruit salad tree (nectarine, peach and plum branches grafted onto a trunk) and I'm currently building a raised garden for each of the children. Although I find this work to be exciting and replenishing, it still sucks up much of my open hours.
Finally, I've been busy planning new adventures that include starting up a youth theater in our local community, starting a new program at the kids' elementary school and starting my own business. Yes, I'm crazy. Completely and thoroughly crazy.
But, I can take a lovely picture of Peace, one of my new roses. Let me show you.
I love how the children are as invested in the gardens as I am. They know each of the roses by name and eagerly refer to them like members of our family. "Mom, have you seen Mr. Lincoln today?" They'll ask me. "He's got a new bloom! So red!"
They each took one perfect bloom to their teachers yesterday. It was a very thrilling adventure for each of them. We carefully wrapped each of the cut stems in a wet paper towel and placed them in a sandwich baggie. The presentation may have been primitive, but their feelings were quite tender. I smiled as I dropped each of them off, carefully clutching their beautiful rose, backpacks on their backs. Good gravy, I love these people.
Yet, here I am as an adult...adamant that time really does fly. In fact, Christmases have sped up considerably over the years and now they are only about 6 months apart. Tragic really. I never can seem to catch up. I am always caught in a state of recovering from Christmas and preparing for the next one. The only consolation is that it seems that everyone I know is stuck in that same time-warp-loop.
I really do have a great many excuses for my more-than-a-week hiatus. First, my mother and littlest sister were in town for a few days. I spend every single spare moment chatting with them. I love having another adult living in the house with me, even if it only lasts a few days. It is so nice to have someone politely speak back to you, in complete sentences, as you babble about during the day. Another perk is that there is someone around to verify that you aren't going crazy as you run from task to task. It really is refreshing to know that the things that you find difficult like driving schedules, really are difficult. You are not just a wimper-bimper.
Second, baby Wy is in the midst of teething which means that he isn't taking a regular afternoon nap as required by law. He's fussy and needy from the hours of 1-3 PM which is my only time to do things like blog, work in the studio and think clearly. I'm finding my thoughts scrambling like little fruit flies over an overripe apple. Quite disconcerting, I might add.
Third, I came down with mastitis once again. It seems to be a regular thing now. Every 6 weeks I'm achy and moany for a few days until the antibiotics kick in and restore me to my happy self. Such a bummer.
Fourth (as if I need to explain myself further) in those rare moments of somewhat solitude, I've been working on our taxes which isn't one of my favored activities. Doing the taxes puts me in a crabbish sort of mood. I'm sure you understand.
Fifth, I've been busy planting our vegetable garden and working in our flowerbeds. (Oh! How I love growing things!) We just planted 8 rose bushes, a fruit salad tree (nectarine, peach and plum branches grafted onto a trunk) and I'm currently building a raised garden for each of the children. Although I find this work to be exciting and replenishing, it still sucks up much of my open hours.
Finally, I've been busy planning new adventures that include starting up a youth theater in our local community, starting a new program at the kids' elementary school and starting my own business. Yes, I'm crazy. Completely and thoroughly crazy.
But, I can take a lovely picture of Peace, one of my new roses. Let me show you.
I love how the children are as invested in the gardens as I am. They know each of the roses by name and eagerly refer to them like members of our family. "Mom, have you seen Mr. Lincoln today?" They'll ask me. "He's got a new bloom! So red!"
They each took one perfect bloom to their teachers yesterday. It was a very thrilling adventure for each of them. We carefully wrapped each of the cut stems in a wet paper towel and placed them in a sandwich baggie. The presentation may have been primitive, but their feelings were quite tender. I smiled as I dropped each of them off, carefully clutching their beautiful rose, backpacks on their backs. Good gravy, I love these people.
4 comments:
Such beautiful flower photos. Sounds like you've been busy. :) I've been working on taxes too and it's not fun. Growing gardens with your kids sounds like a great project.
Wow... you have been busy...and tell baby Wy he needs to start reading the nap laws better! hehehehehe :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
Your flower photos are gorgeous! I miss my rose garden at my old house. But that was before kids when I could pay attention to them. We do have a veggie garden now but the hubby tends it. :oD Can't wait to hear what your new business is!
Sounds like you've had every reason to take a break (I hate taxes, too). You are so right about time flying. Your photos are beautiful, as is the image of your children taking their roses to their teachers :)
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