There was a perfect opportunity to catch spring colors at my place of work, so I took full advantage.
Here are the results:
It’s been a while since we moved to a new home, a new lawn, a new town. I mourned the loss of the gardens I’d built, the soil that had formed from the years of tending. Until I could once again focus my efforts on that building, I was in limbo, unsettled you might say.
Well, we’re finally settling in. The ancillary gardens are coming along quite nicely, and the garden proper is now defined. The working and waiting and tending and watching will begin in earnest.
Today, I enjoyed. Here are a few of the items that were brought over from the old home.
The other plants you saw in these photos are new, or were here when we moved in and have been transplanted to where I prefer them.
These shots are new things added, to create new spaces and sights.
Bits and pieces as we settle in. 🙂
There was a tiny visitor in our home for a week – an adorable replica of her Dada – a little 1 1/2 year old who has her Bubbe and Grandpa utterly smitten.
As her parents traveled the southeastern states for a wonderful road-trip week of re-connection, we traversed the roads back to parenthood with a sudden immersion into the world of the toddler.
The first lesson – do not disregard nap times! We may be the adults and we may be in charge of the schedule, but passing over the nap was such a painful experience come bedtime, oh my! Right back to the toddler schedule we went!
One of the interesting things I observed that week is the propensity for this little one to gravitate toward little girls things.
As a mom to boys, I have a good stock of toys that boys enjoy: cars, trucks, planes, boats, ninja turtles and the like. We’ve stocked plenty of girl things as the years have passed, to appease the nieces who visit.
So I set out an assemblage of age appropriate things – and her little self was smitten with the baby dolls and stuffed animals, and the purse!
Not that any of this matters. I just found it interesting, in a Bubbe sort of way.
Now that the time has passed, and work has resumed, and gardens have taken all of my home attentions, I look back on the week and smile.
That was the most amazing week of my life.
I’m glad her precious little self has her very precious Mama and Dada back within reach, and I just hope that this was the beginning of a family tradition.
We celebrated this little beauty’s first year recently. An astonishing fact, considering how quickly this time has lapsed.
It’s been a blurry year. One of those mind-numbing, day-in and day-out, so many similarities that they all blend together sort of years. The drudgery, the sameness, mostly blending so completely that before you know, the moments for opportunity are past – passed, slipped on by to become lost time; sometimes regret, sometimes survival. Mostly, just a blur.
Emergency ailments, celebrations, discord and distress, good health, economic woes, family time, work, great friends – all combined to create another assemblage of time. Moments and milestones, smiles and scares.
I’ve worked way too much, and the job project has hit the manic phase – a major program changeover that will wrap in ten weeks, with the primary module going live in three. I’m worn near the frack out. I was not cut out for 80 hour work weeks. They’re an attack to the peace of the home front, and emotional health in general. But the light at the end of the tunnel is now much less dim.
Time to start preparing for the next stage.
Hubby and I are scheduled to host our youngest grandbabe this next spring, spending a full week with her sweetness. In the interim, we think we need to arrange more visits to get to know her better – so we won’t be such strangers when she makes her special visit to our home.
Shortly after that visit, we hope to attain some serious financial freedom – an opportunity to make remodeling plans for this ol’ home of ours. Providing that there are no surprises between now and then, the first on my list will be a new main floor bathroom. Dreams sometimes become reality, right?
Then fall plans include a meet-up with a dear friend, one of my Torah community members, to celebrate a Holy day and travel time visiting places and spaces where I’ve never been.
In the meantime, life is moving along at the full-steam sameness. Yet, as much as that feels like reality, it’s really not is it?
The world is changing every moment, little bits and pieces bouncing around, pinging off each other, creating actions and reactions that not a single one of us can accurately predict.
We live, we die.
In the in-between, lies reality.