Some summer vignettes
Bun Bun running across the lawn holding handfuls of fat french breakfast radishes.
Bunlet toddling across the lawn carrying the vegetable pickin’ basket with the Very Large Lettuce in it.
Picking peas one by one as they ripen (because there will never be enough to actually make anything) and getting a pod with the same number of peas inside as there are people who need a pea to eat, over and over. To be fair, the number of people who need peas ranges from two to four–it’s not like I’m getting a pod with fifteen peas in it just as I’m having a garden party…
Sitting in the yard as a rain storm rolls in, watching my children stare up at the sky and marvel at the wind and the thunder and wonder why the fireflies have come out. Watching the babies run around in the rain shrieking with joy, while I sit safely on the porch.
It’s true that some of the time, I am panicky at how much I need to do and how little time I have in which to do it…And angry at my children all out proportion to their behavior. And irritated by my spouse, and totally uninterested in actually interacting with him. And overwhelmed by the upkeep of the same yard that yields all these fine radishes and peas. In short, my usual. But I’m trying to hold on to these little moments in the hope that they will be what stays with me. After all, I am getting pretty old now, so it’s time to start storing away the precious moments, no?