Saturday, August 19, 2017

Back to School Nesting


I was hit this past week with some sort of a panicky nesting type of instinct.The same illogical, tightening worry I’ve experienced near the end of most of my pregnancies that suggests that big changes ahead mean I will never again have the time or ability to do anything productive. Ever. (And therefore must immediately do all the productive things  . . . I’ve never actually cared about doing before.)

This was unfortunate for my children. I see that. While their friends were likely swimming, hiking, and overall . . . enjoying life; they spent their last week of summer break scrubbing out window-wells, washing the screens and windows that haven’t been cleaned in two years, and vacuuming out our giant van. Have you ever really cleaned a window-well? Particularly one that has had chickens and ducks living in it? That one was under the deck so you couldn’t stand up properly in it, and it was, in short, horrifying. It was mucky and dark and full of webs and . . . I had no idea how many spiders reside in window wells. (If you aren’t already aware of how many live in your own window wells, . . . or of how big they are, I encourage you to remain in that state of ignorance.) Luckily (for the rest of us), Goldie took the worst of it (of her own free will). She’d started out as miserable as the rest of us, but after a time, began claiming things about having become one with the spiders and about feeling welcome in their lairs. She even volunteered to take over Daisy’s portion of the terrifying ordeal.

But, perhaps now going to school will feel a relief? Or maybe, they’ve developed great strength of character they could otherwise not have? (In truth everyone was pretty willing and those old sayings about hard work – the unity and satisfaction it brings –  do seem to be rooted in fact. It didn’t feel like an awful week. Except for that part in the window well. That did feel awful.)

And we did take a lovely walk on the evening of Mike and Mette’s shared birthday. (Wherein we found wild plums. Wild plums? Yes. That’s what they were. Maybe someone planted them once? And abandoned them? Or they just spontaneously generated? The plums were near grape size because the trees had clearly never ever been pruned and were desperately trying to ripen eight billion plums, but they were good [if a little unripe] and a fun find.)

(Also, in this first picture, Jesse isn’t looking for berries or flowers or plums, rather, the perfect bundle of burs to stick to the backs of his siblings.)


Sunday attire is always interesting. We all start the day in church clothes – dresses and ties and the like. Then some people end up in their dressy clothes all day, and some people change into “play clothes”, and some people wear their church clothes long enough that it’s uncertain if they should put on an entire new outfit when they do switch out of them so they just put on pajamas, or they just keep on church pants and too-short white undershirts. We are always quite a hodge-podge by Sunday evening.


The best way to get a photo of Abe in his natural state . . . is from a safe distance and slightly undercover.


And we also had a visit from one of our most beloved friends from WA. Arianne. I served (alongside Arianne’s mom, who I equally love, in the Young Women’s organization in our church when we lived up there). She was a tiny, little Beehive at the time and is now a tiny, little, almost-full-fledged Pharmacist! In any case, we’ve stayed in touch and, I believe I can safely say, share a mutual complete adoration (which she has kindly extended to my children and they to her). She cut and washed peaches at our command, celebrated Penny’s pumpkin cookies, talked cameras and photography with me (even braving a few of her precious film shots on my mobile kids), and did a smashing job of properly appreciating every single thing the kids saw fit to show her. She’d never ever (we were all convinced) heard anything more glorious than their writings; or seen anything more fantastic than their lunch boxes, or been more impressed by any creations. (No “pangolin made from a plastic soda bottle” has ever, in the history of the world, been more appreciated.) We love her. And it is a lovely, heaven-is-involved feeling to have people in your life who so easily might not have been – had you purchased another house or taken another job – who it is an impossibility to imagine . . . might not have been-ing.


And . . . we gave up on weeding a month or so ago (despite all my grand plans for how we would keep our ridiculous amount of unruly flower beds . . . ruly). So that was some work . . . they didn’t do. (Though they enjoyed the flowers that have bloomed wherever our chickens have scattered their seeds [it’s a great way of transplanting!].)


(Surely that’s just what Hans was enjoying as he gazed out the window in those above two photos.)

In any case, it’s back to school with the lot of them. For good or bad our summer has been spent as it has been spent.

The end.



Marilyn said...

You were right about the light being amazing and interesting that evening! And you DID get some lovely pictures from it. I love that sunburst of light by Daisy and Goldie. And, your black-eyed susans (or whatever they are...) are GORGEOUS! I can't see a single weed! How, how can I get mine to spread that lush and thick?? I bought some this year and they are pathetic and spindly. Maybe next year will be better! But Mette is just adorable among them, little darling.

Also, I highly approve of your pre-school work regimen. Gird up the loins! Stiffen the sinews! High time those children did something useful! Especially the window wells. I have a goal to never get into mine (and I don't even have chickens!). I need to get my kids doing a bunch of things in the next few weeks too. I just got a bunch of cabinets from IKEA for our laundry room, so I have big plans to set them at those tomorrow.

I hope this is a lovely school year for all of you! Is it only the 3 "babies" at home now??! Well, and I guess Anders for part of the day.

Nancy said...

There is no possible way to get black eyed susans to spread like that without . . . getting chickens. Haha. It's funny, but it's actually true. Our backyard is a disaster because the original builders laid it out for landscaping EVERYWHERE. Like even going around the whole back and sides of our house (where I would have chosen to have just grass going right up to the house) there runs a giant stretch of "flower beds" full of encroaching grass and weeds. And then there is a big rock section all along the back fence that should be planted with something between the rocks, etc. Then they even carved out half the middle of the yard for rocks and landscaping! It's horrible because there is simply no possible way to keep up on it or figure what all to plant, etc. But, the one bit of luck is that the few black eyed susans and coneflowers that I did transplant in the middle section have been spread throughout it by our chickens kicking seeds around and what have you. Unfortunately they don't go in the upper rocks by our fence. And there aren't any flowers for them to spread in the section around the house. But at least the middle section looks, although a bit haphazard, fairly lovely! And yes, the three baby people at home and Anders half te day.

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