I know I keep complaining about the cooler-than-normal spring, but I’ve been itching to get the garden in since April! Tonight we finally got everything planted. We already had peas, onions, and some herbs in, but we added tomatoes, peppers, parsley, basil, cucumbers, yellow crookneck squash, zucchini, watermelon, pumpkins, and cantaloupe. Yahoo!
Mother’s Day: This morning we got up and loaded into the van and headed for Shoshone Falls. We met Dad and Joan there, and we picnicked on a hill overlooking the falls. We spent the day following trails, sitting and reading, napping, playing, climbing trees, and enjoying the fabulous spring weather. Necia took this picture of the two moms.
More photos from the day:
December 31, 2008 at 1:00 pm (Family)
Twenty years ago, at the very hour I post this (noon), two kids were married. The bride was 19, the groom 22, and they had a combined monthly income of $450, $220 of which went to rent their weird little apartment carved out of the second floor of an old house in Moscow, Idaho. They were starry-eyed students who, as the bride’s father put it, thought they could “live on love.” They had no honeymoon, except for a night at the Best Western that their friends pitched in for, and went right back to work the day after they wed.
We’ve come a long way, baby. Happy Anniversary!
I am grateful for these simple gifts today:
December 6, 2008 at 11:27 am (Family)
For my sister, Kris
Under arching branches
Of a row of Russian Olives, you and I
Built a cottage. We lived a new life
In rooms created by boundaries
Only we could discern. I held
My place as eldest, overseer
Of our motherless cloister, as we
Busied ourselves with tasks—
Gathering, sorting, naming.
Long after the branches were cut
And their limbs no longer brushed
The grass, I searched for the confines
Of our refuge, seeing only in vision
The piles of slender leaves and sagey berries
We supped and savored as we lifted
Twigs to our lips.
Our house no longer needs an overseer,
But we dwell in the safe coolness of
Embracing limbs, preparing to break
Through the branches, blinking in sunshine.
November 10, 2008 at 4:57 pm (Family)
So I’m thinking that maybe it’s time to find my voice again and get back to blogging. A good half of my six readers have been on my case about it, so I think that maybe I perhaps just might or might not possibly write a word or two here and there, now and again. Sometimes.
About the only things I’ve been writing since my hiatus are assignments I do with the poetry class I’m teaching (six homeschooled teens, every Wednesday), and permission slips. Lame, I know. But Lisa convinced me that my six readers might enjoy the note I wrote a couple of months ago when I lost the permission slip that Missy May needed to go on a church kayaking adventure. Here it is:
To Whom It May Concern:
I hereby give express permission, with all the accompanying rights and privileges, to the sustained leadership of the Young Women of the East Valley Ward of the Emmett Idaho Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, to take the natural first-born daughter of my loins, [Missy May], who hereafter will be referred to as “Missy,” on an excursion within the parameters of the 6-hour period previously arranged by said leadership. The activities in which Missy may engage may include but are not limited to: transportation to and from the various and sundry activities; watercraft, inflatable or otherwise, motorized or otherwise; and any foodstuffs or beverages of which she may partake and indeed is encouraged to partake. It is the express wish of Missy’s parental units that Missy wear sunscreen of a high SPF and regularly consume water, and that she thoroughly enjoy each and every activity to the fullest extent possible. It is with this charge that I release Missy to the protection of the leadership and anxiously await her return.
Missy asked me if she really had to take the letter. Of course she did.
February 4, 2008 at 9:42 pm (Family)
On Saturday, dh took all six kids to Cabela’s with him. While he shopped for boots and salivated over the rest of the store, the kids took in the large collections and displays of stuffed-and-mounted animals, fish, and birds. When they reached the aquarium, our five-year-old daughter Dee pointed and said,
“Look! It’s the animals they haven’t killed yet!”
Yesterday afternoon and evening we spent at J’s folks’ farm. We brought out our horses so they could play with Grandpa’s horses and harass calves in the new arena. My two eldest took part in practicing keeping a calf in a particular area of the arena, an exercise that Grandpa (the hardest worker I’ve ever known) described in a word that I almost never hear him utter in relation to his activities: Fun.
Since I’m no horsewoman, it was gratifying to watch my girls fearlessly gallop around the arena, keeping that calf right where they wanted him:
Some of us got on the hay wagon to feed the cows and calves down at the bottom of the place; once we got there, big-boy G was given the task to drive the tractor. Grandpa put the tractor in low gear and gave a quick driving lesson while the cows looked on:
Then Grandpa and Uncle Don stood on the back of the wagon and pushed the hay bales off the back in a long line for the cows to eat:
G did a great job getting the hang of keeping the tractor headed in the right direction:
When we got back, J was practicing his roping skillz:
Madame Chaos locked her brother in the dog pen:
As the sun set, G played on the old hot walker (horse exerciser) that Grandpa converted into a merry-go-round, arguably one of the most popular destinations at the farm:
End the day with Grandma’s meatloaf and mashed potatos with rolls and sweet corn, and you’ve got yourself a perfect memory.