We finally got the computer fixed and at home. It's hard to get used to this dial up connection after getting spoiled by high speed Internet at work. Not that I spend any work time blogging...
The rain is over, and The Hermit is out at the new house with the Shop Vac clearing water off the tarps that cover the floor. Part of the second story floor is up, but no roof rafters or roof yet so it's very difficult to keep water off, especially when it rains six inches! The floor is plywood with a vapor barrier underneath that hopefully kept too much water from seeping in to the insulation below. It's cool (42) and windy here; the leaves that so miraculously burst into color over the weekend are blowing off the trees one by one.
On the way to my appointment I got a good look at a bald eagle perched on top of a tamarack in a bog. On the way home the sun had started to break through the clouds and I took the Sturgeon Lake route. The road curves around the south side of the lake, past cabins and campgrounds and cozy little Up North taverns. The lake today was steel blue, with whitecaps coming from the northwest. I didn't see any boats out, and the boats and docks are gradually disappearing from the shoreline. It was beautiful, in a wistful kind of way. Summer is over.
Calvin is doing a lot of writing in school these days (third grade). I came across this little essay as I was going through the pile of papers that he and Starflower bring home daily:
That's a definite keeper, although I wonder if he's trying to tell me that I've been spending a little too much time in the cook shed these days?My mom
Two days ago my mom made homemade salsa and homemade pasta sauce. She also
made crab apple jelly. A few days ago she canned pickles. Last spring she helped
me make my raspberry jam. I like my mom.
8 comments:
Deb-
Sounds to me like he simply likes his mom and her considerable talents as a home-maker...
By the way old woman, 38 sounds pretty young to an old coot like me...;~)
Enjoy your day off girl...
Yes, keep it. You probably already do something like this, but get a rubbermaid type tub and just throw all the cool things they do into the tub. One for each kid. They will thank you some day. Sorry, for the free advice, but time does slip away. Enjoy your day!
What Jim said.
Boys and food!
Sometimes Runner-Bean will stand next to me in the kitchen while I'm cooking supper, and he says, "Mum...Mum......Mum, I love you, Mum." An eight year old completely overcome by mashed potatoes and chicken.
Glad you're doing well, and blessings on your many jars of salsa!
sounds like you're doing exactly the right thing by your kids. these are memories you're serving. keep them well fed with them.
pablo
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That's a sweet little poem/essay. The moment of spying an eagle on a tamarack sounds great too.
How's the leaf color over there? It's quite dull in Vermont and folks are saying that it's because of the warm weather. I love when the tamaracks turn.
Take care.
Leaf color is at or past its peak; a lot of trees seemed to change overnight last weekend, despite the heat, and then with all of the wind and rain many of the leaves have fallen already. The tamaracks haven't turned yet though; I agree, there's nothing like the gold of tamaracks. I'll try to get a picture of our land when they do turn; we have lots of them and the gold looks so nice against the green of spruces and pines.
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