We went on a quiet walk about this morning with coffee cups in hand. Looks like we finally have a moonflower bud! The garden is weedy but glorious.
While the campers were here we had company on our walk abouts on some mornings. I’d make them hot chocolate with froth on top so they’d feel grown-up. It works with one, but adding to that mix just brings chaos. Our quiet stroll became a jog with pajamas covered with stains and zero contemplation of the garden and the fresh day.
Crossword puzzle were done this morning with no jumping up and down to greet sleepy kids or toast bagels. We promised ourselves we wouldn’t do anything today. I’ve succeeded but Gerry can’t stop doing things, loading the dishwasher and carrying out trash. I don’t even feel guilty and just watch him work, pleased with myself that I haven’t a single urge to join in.
Those kids wear us completely out. We get grumpy. They get louder. I want them to remember how much fun it was to sleep outside in the tent, play in the yard and tree house, stay up waaaay too late, river rafting, eating Aunt Kaye’s pancakes and Grammy’s cheesey scrambled eggs, outdoor showers at Rhodallen, steak night, gem mining, the beach and learning to love barbequed ribs.
We packed a lot into 26 days.