We are in the process of redoing my mother-in-laws front, back and side yards. And there is a ton of work to do, after years of neglect due to age and health, Royce and I have tackled something we may not be prepared to do. But, we’re totally committed so new fences to new grass and plants are going in over three growing seasons. There is so much to do it will take that long! This year is the first season of our renovations for her. We are beginning by focusing on the lawn. In the Texas panhandle this is a tall order, apparently, especially when her old lawn has laid dormant for nearly ten years. The only spot to show any old growth after a month of watering is this small patch in the middle of the back yard. We are still waiting for the grass seed to sprout (fingers crossed it does — we’ve had more than the average amount of sand storms this season so our neighbors just may be the proud recipient of a new lawn!) This morning Royce mowed this one little patch of grass and this afternoon an extremely plump bunny settled in and feasted on the clippings. I think I’d best put a fence around the newly planted garden!
Yes, folks that is red clay and sand in them there rows! But we have corn, beans, squash, tomatoes, sweet basil, peppers, okra, red onions and even some flowers here and there.
I’m also putting in a few flower/hardscaps beds in around her long front porch and upgrading some furniture she has out there. Early mornings and late afternoons, Royce and I love setting on her front porch and watching all the birds and rabbits — that our dog Spike chases out of the yard — enjoying each others company and the ever present Texas plains breeze.
Okay….I agree, this is not funny and no one would actually do this. Right?
The other things no one would ever do on a sunny day are:
- tie the new puppy to a park bench and quickly skedaddle away — note pinned, “free to good home”!
- fill a box full of toads, wrap it up with pretty pink ribbon, then present it to your mother.
- put two helpless goldfish into the Culligan water cooler.
- plant Cannabis in the middle of the vegetable garden!
- use shingles as a Frisbee — sailing them from a roof top into the street below.
- have a peeing contest — outside of course — to see who can hit ‘the spot’ in the neighbor’s yard.
No one would do these things, right? No one, that is, except my twins, who on any given sunny day were full of surprises. The twins, whom I let live, turned 30 this past year.
Let me just say for clarity that when these things happened I was at work, earning the money for the clothes on their backs and the food on their tables. They should have been more thankful but kids will be kids, or is it boys will be boys . . . whatever, Martha! They were a mess growing up but they were also so lovely and dear sweet little ones too. I often wondered if I did the best job I could do with them. Then today came a note, a thank you note, from one of my twins for a present I gave him not too long ago.
“Mom, thank you so much for my socks and the thermos,
the thermos keeps my coffee hot until the end of the day,
but your love fills my soul a whole lot more than any gift!
Your love will always be in my heart Mom!!! Love you, Kevin”
And my heart melted — I may not have always done things perfectly — I may have spent too much time on case files and pleadings at a time when they needed my undivided attention — I may have spent too much time with my writing, as well — but in-spite of any motherly imperfections, my kid loves me!
It snowed here in Huber, actually it is still snowing. Mounds of snow on the ground where a thriving garden once stood, now the dry branches of some flower stalks I was waiting to harvest are spoiled for the harvest but make a rather interesting site with the drifts of snow all around then, not to mention the vegetable cages and shovel left in the ground! Remind me not to get ill again next year when the garden is spent and needs tending to — to winter it. It’s wintered now!! Or not, as the case may be so we’ll see how the spring planting goes this year….if I have an abundance of bugs I’ll know who to point the finger at …. won’t I? Should have drug myself right out of that bed and readied the garden for winter! By the way, that blue and pink balloon looking thing on the right of this snapshot is actually a snow buried garden windmill (to keep the birds away) also left in the garden like the shovel. We got (and are still getting) lots of snow in Huber ;)
The vtech Kidizoom Camera that is (apparently) the newest rage among four-five years old in my family.
Of all the things I love to do shopping is not one of them. I say this after enduring a tragic four hour shopping spree in search of a “Kidizoon” (vtech no less) camera which is for the ages 3-8 and costs 35.00 to 40.00 dollars depending on where you find one. It has built-in games, photo editing software, a 4x digital zoom!, and “fun photo effects” with 1.3 megapixel resolution! It shoots movies and will store over 1000 photos and claims to be of durable kid-friendly design. On my forth try, I found the camera and bought it. I paid an additional 4.00 to insure this little camera because it is going to a four year old and lets face facts, you can’t trust a four year old not to flush it or drop it in a mud-puddle! Or to loose it in amongst all the other lost toys at parks and the local pizza pallor or, in Hannah’s case, in a cubicle stuffed with 100 or so stuffed animals. I noticed that this camera, which does so much, has no strap of any kind. I think it should have a strap for Hannah to use, at least one for her wrist, although in order for the strap to work properly a dot of super glue may be needed to secure it to Hannah’s wrist, just to make sure it did not slip off, as it surely would do. The slipping off of the strap would be an intentional action of Hannah, of course.
When Hannah’s mother decided to sideline her love of freelance photography for a greater love (Hannah) she never thought that the greatest joy in her life would become a mini version of herself — the apple never falls far from the tree — and who knows what may come out of Hannah’s grandmother spending four hours in as many stores to find the toy Hannah talks about from sun up to sun down. Is it possible this small beginning will end in an assortment of mega-long-range-zoom lenses and trips to far away places? If so I do hope it is a mother-daughter team trekking through the underbrush.
As I looked around the room all I could see were the imperfections around me; the dust on the table tops, an unfolded napkin on the table. I sighed: “does it never end” — then I folded the last table napkin to be folded and placed it next to the last plate waiting for what was stewing on the stove-top and took out my dust rag. It was only a Wednesday night meal but I wanted everything to be perfect. After a bit of final dusting I glanced around — pleased with the efforts of the day. It was approaching five o’clock so there was not much time to put every hair in place, straighten a skirt, dot a little lip stick and pinch two cheeks before I headed to the garage to swing open the doors. Soon a 1957 light blue Chevy came rolling in, crunching gravel under its tires and pulled into the opened garage. “He” was home to welcoming arms.
May years later I wonder if this really made any difference at all. And I wonder why I did it. What would have happened if the the tables were left dusty and the napkin unfolded? Would he have loved me less for it?
“Being happy doesn’t mean everything is perfect. It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections.”
Sunday morning coffee with special a friend;
Biscuits on the table; butter & jam to spread
Spoons placed atop napkins on the cross-fold
cream & sugar placed just in case
I can think of nothing better; nothing better.