Boy, is it good to be home!
Something I adore about holiday, as much as the actual holiday, is the return home. Stay away long enough and a certain deep gratification is aroused. We’ve returned to cooler temps, lovely afternoon showers and happy animals.
Also upon return is the motivation to really get things done. We’ve talked long enough. The flower beds have an appointment with my shovel and hands as well as the mulch pile. The dead locust trees have finally met their end, leaving their sole purpose to warming the fires this winter.The grass is cut, the house is clean and the corn is canned! Other projects on the to do list, each with their own appointment, will be met with determination!
Other things I appreciate about holiday is the reminders while away. When you slow down, put work aside and really partake in the break, you are reminded of things you like to do. Like, sitting on the porch and reading a book. Doing yoga. Coloring with the kid, etc. Prior to holiday I did loads of coloring, but rarely any reading and definitely not yoga. Coming home I have brought these little treats back. Making it a point to treat myself. Balance the day with 15 minutes of reading. 10 minutes of yoga in the morning. While those aren’t ideal amounts of time to indulge in these habits, it is still a treat. I don’t lose my day, my work or my time with my child. And that is exactly what a holiday is! Sweet reminders that, yes, somehow, it can all be done!
At least for the next couple of weeks!
(all photos by sweet cove musings. Taken with the i-phone 4. Please ask permission before using)
Happy 4th of July! Wherever you are may it be full of fireworks, fun, family and friends!
Choose your celebration and be safe!
I realized today that my mother was probably calling our girl dog, Kaya, “he” all weekend because we affectionately say (regularly to her) “Hey shoushand (thousand with an sh), how ya doing shon (son with an sh).
We just chuckled when we had the revelation 🙂
Update: Kaya was diagnosed with a terminal cancer three months ago. She has gone through surgery, well, basically hell and back. However, her wound has healed, her heart is truly happy and her tail is full of wags. Last weekend she ran laps with Whiskey and Martini, two playful labs. She continues to chase the UPS and FedEx trucks (along the invisible fence line).We are grateful for the quality we are getting on a daily basis. This week would be the end of her three month sentence. With each extra day we get our gratitude is grander and deeper.
My friends! It is so good to be back here with you. I have to say last week was one of the craziest weeks I have had in a really long time. We usually maintain a steady buzz of busyness around here but throw in a sick dog, plus another dog needing specialty vet attention AND getting ready for a surprise birthday party.
Let me tell you, the chocolate dog is not doing well. I am crying on a regular bases simply for my love for her. They go from 6 weeks to 13 years in the snap of a finger. The Vizsla is acting and feeling great but weird things are popping up on her that would make anyone feel the urgency to get it fixed!! As I try to sit in yoga to calm my center I still feel anxiety creeping in. Then on top of that the birthday boy was 2 1/2 hours late for his three hour birthday party. As really it is no big deal I am still deeply saddened that he didn’t get to celebrate with all the people who have known him and adored him during his 40 years.
He is a good man though! As he sensed my sorrow he put the family in the car yesterday to pick out fruit trees to plant! He also measured the space for our chicken coop. Then openly expressed that he feels the sorrow, then asked that we move forward. Lets get chickens and trees because that is what you really want. Melts my heart! I love you Michael Briere! And yes, lets move forward!
So, that is where we are. Getting caught up on paperwork. Making Indie get off the desk so she won’t mess up my papers. Watching the sun in the spots we want to plant the trees. Picking out a chicken coop. Planning and pining for the next day Michael and I get to go to the river together. Deciding what our daughter may want for lunch. Getting the tools out to prep the herb garden with her. Stopping to sit with Cassidy every 45 minutes. Playing with Kaya. Waiting for the biopsy results. And still, living and loving life!