There is a lot of living going on on the porch this time of year. The weather is allowing us to be outside a lot – eating, playing, drawing, writing, reading, sleeping. The porch swing is everyone’s favorite place to sit and rest, or read, or nap. The porch provides shade, comfortable seats, freedom to be messier, room to spread out. I love going out to read a magazine or my book, to drink a cup of tea, or to eat lunch. I’m so happy to be out there and to see the children out there. Porch living is the best!
A week or so ago, Hythe asked me for his own garden. After some negotiating, he agreed to let me give him a section of the garden we already have. It had nothing planted in it and it could be his own. With some help, he dug up some squash (or gourd or pumpkin) plants growing out of the compost pile and transplanted them in his garden. He also planted some lettuce and cucumber starts from his aunt and uncle, and I bought him a cantaloupe plant from a farm stand. Then, he sowed some sweet corn seeds (with his cousin, Levi’s help). I think he still has plans to get more plants in that little patch of dirt – probably pumpkins, but maybe beans. We’ll see. I love seeing him in the garden, sincerely interested and working.
And, when I asked him if he would like to learn to sew, he said yes. I made some napkins for my mother and mother-in-law for Mother’s Day, and let the children do the top stitching around them. I set Hythe up at the machine, explained how to do everything and then set him loose. He did remarkable well, keeping his top stitching fairly strait. And, most importantly, he enjoyed it!
I love spring tree and flower buds and blooms. To me, they are the most beautiful things to witness all year. Fall is pretty, glorious in splendid warm colors of red, orange and brown, but spring is sweetness, subtlety, and star-laden. There is a hopefulness about spring, reminding us of new beginnings and refreshing starts. Spring is the time I want to stop to recognize and enjoy the new blooms each day, the green as it creeps a little further up the mountain, leaves emerging from the tightness of a bud.
Dull olive and reddish brown change to emerald. Birds sing all day.
A fine layer of yellow pollen covers most things, inside and out. Until a rainstorm chases you in from the garden and drenches the laundry you have hanging on the line. Keeping it real, but life is sweet.
There has been a lot going on in our lives this spring. Spring seems to be like that – energy ramps up and things-to-do increase (and I am more excited about all the things to do), yet the beauty unfolding each day makes me want to slow down and enjoy it. Another life balance, I guess.
One beautiful weekend, the girls rode in a horse show. It was a schooling show (meaning it was not terribly formal and more for fun and practice than real competition – at least that’s what I think!) at Biltmore, so it still felt a bit fancy. They had a good time, and overcame their nervousness, bringing in a few ribbons. I am reluctant to continue to have them compete in horse shows. It is expensive and high-pressure, but they do enjoy it and it is fun to watch.
We’ve been out hiking a bit this past week (I am so incredibly happy to have warm weather to make it easy to get out). Which I do less of than I’d like, especially seeing as we live in the heart of great hiking in NC. But, my mother and one of her friends came up to hike last week. We hiked beautiful trails, saw wildflowers and nice views. The children hiked with us a few times. The three youngest happened to be home with strep throat (feeling fine but quarantined from school) one day and we walked up to a bald nearby. The older two raced up the mountain, stopping to wait for us at intervals. It was great to see them having fun together as those middle two don’t often get their own attention, and generally play with their other sister and brother. So, it was wonderful to watch as they played, ran, and laughed together.
I’ve also been working in the garden, enjoying the flowers (it has been smelling nice around our house for weeks now), and loving the porch living that spring brings (posts to come).