Previously titled, Why this Weekend was Wonderful...
It doesn't hurt at all that the weekend was kicked off by a great Friday.
Friday morning I headed out the door bright and early for an estate sale with my mom. I bought a butter dish, and not just any butter dish, but a real dandy of a butter dish. Then I spent the late afternoon to early evening mowing our neighbor Marianne's lawn. I love to mow, and mowing for Marianne is special. (Plus, her lawn mower has a really comfy seat!) When I was back in my own yard, giving my hostas an evening watering, a friend drove up and asked to take Lilly and Beau to the outdoor big screen showing of The Wizard of Oz in town after dusk. So Johnathan and I went on a date. It's an uncommon treat to have one-on-one time with our twelve-year -old. It was a great Friday.
Saturday the kids talked me into jumping on their trampoline, new to us this summer.
I had so. much. fun.
And then Lilly, Beau and I, laying on the trampoline in the afternoon sun, eating freezies, stared up at the clouds rolling by, forming and disappearing against the blue sky. I listened to them pick out shapes and objects. "I see a whale." "I see a dragon with wings." I saw a few things too, but they saw so much more. And for some reason, the mosquitoes did not find us inside the protection of the safety net around the trampoline. It was relaxed perfection. Something so simple to hold vivid in my memory.
We found our wild roses blooming. Daisies popping up on
the scene. Wild purple irises along our driveway.
We found strawberries ripe in our patch.
The start of strawberry season is a celebration of its own.
And there were fireflies.
Sunday was the really perfect day. We were all seven home all day.
I mowed. I find great joy in our private domain in summertime, especially when everything is freshly trimmed and beautiful. Everyone in the family pitched in on various projects.
I admired the simplicity of the bunchberry that grow where our backyard meets the woods. As a friend pointed out from across continents, they are "charmingly symmetric." Perhaps why I'm so keen on them.
Mason found a baby turtle in the pond.
Few things delight me more than the intricate perfection of baby turtles.
More fresh strawberries were devoured.
Peonies were admired on the cusp of bursting into full bloom.
I bounced on the trampoline with the kids some more. We laughed. A lot.
We took wiffle ball batting practice. Some of us barefoot.
Basketball shots were made by father and son. A baseball was tossed back and forth between brothers.
My mom stopped by just as we were getting ready to sit down for dinner prepared together.
And then, as we were winding down at the end of the day, rainbows filled the sky at sunset. Maybe the brightest rainbow I've ever seen. I chased it all around and it stayed and stayed til the sun went down.
When I was going to bed, Mitch said to me, "You were like a little kid today, jumping on the trampoline and playing wiffle ball."
Here's to days spent playing like a kid.
To slow living. Home cooked meals. Watching flowers bloom. Picking berries.
Listening to birds and watching clouds roll by. The faces of children. The textures of life. Absorbing details in full attention. And chasing rainbows.
Peace, Love, and Weekends to Remember,