Wednesday, September 19, 2012
My mother brought over a bag of "we-have-way-too-many-of-these" plums and into jam they went. Plum jam has a surprising tartness amongst all the sweet. A very nice alternative to the still-delicious blackberry, raspberry, strawberry goodness that was also sugared into jars earlier this summer. (I was kind of jam-crazy there for awhile).
So even though the jam is ready to be put away in the cupboards, I have opted to leave them on the kitchen sill for a little while longer. They seem to be beauty and accomplishment in a jar. Like a little wink and thumbs-up every time I look at them while I'm racing to do the next oh-so-important task ... like making lunches or taking out the trash.
Sometimes I need to be reminded that proof of accomplishment comes in many ways. Sometimes that is a clean house, or a jar of jam. But frequently, for me, it's in remembering that proof isn't always tangible. And all the mothers smile and give a sigh of relief ...
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
We had some lovely gifting and peach-caking (more to come on that later), but the true fantasticness of the birthday celebrations was the giant outdoor movie theater we set up in our backyard.
We watched The Love Bug, drank lemonade out of mason jars and feasted on skillet popcorn in paper bags.
We had twinkle-lights and tea lights, balloons aplenty ...
It was so wonderful, I have visions of future summers and outdoor movie nights all season long.
But until then, we are content with the evening we had and so thankful for the dear one who inspired it all.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
expectation ... Baby Silas is here! I've never seen my brother so proud and joyful. As he should be. His beautiful wife and beautiful son are worthy of his pride.
There is nothing like the arrival of a new baby, is there? So, so happy for them.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Ahh, my babies. Growing. Still.
Today was the first day of school, full-day ... all of them. Peter 6th (gulp!), Lucette 4th, and Little Jane 1st.
Growing up is hard ... for all ... but it truly is a good thing.
We're a 'special' family. And I love it.