It’s been just too long since I’ve set aside a moment to post. This summer has been a whirlwind. Just this morning has been a whirlwind.
Belle is becoming increasingly independent, which is beautiful but intense when I’m used to my pace, my order. She likes to clip herself into her car seat, pour her own milk, close her bedroom door at night. Every attempt is a little better than the try before. It takes a little less time, is a little less messy, a little less disruptive, a little less.
TLD is joyful when teeth aren’t poking through his little gums. I watch them peek out, sometimes two or three at a time. It reminds me of when I was little and liked to stretch plastic wrap over my fingers to make skin-tight superhero mitts. I remember the pressure on my fingertip that would intensify till finally the wrap would tear around my nail. I would slide it down the finger, the hole growing around it till it stopped at the palm. I can imagine how painful the process is for him.
Babe’s been traveling this week for work which has left me alone with the independent preschooler and daredevil teething toddler. It’s left me little time for much more than a slapdash mow of the grass and a few waterings of the vegetables.
Yes, I finally planted the seedlings. I’d hardly call what I’ve made a garden though. I’ve been calling it “a start”.
We now have giant pumpkins, mini pumpkins, watermelon, jalapeño peppers, beefsteak tomatoes and a few herbs in the ground. No creatures have eaten them yet and they’re growing. I’m pleased with that.
Next year there will be more time to plan, to till or build some beds. But this is a good start.