A July Weekend

It's a bit overcast today, but the humidity is as thick as pudding.  

I lay in bed, listening to the sounds of my husband excited for a day at home.  A day to work and get things done.  The chest freezer closes with a thud in the basement below our bedroom.  Quick footsteps come up the stairs, bowls are rattled and water is poured.  The coffee maker heats up, while an excited dog follows eagerly waiting for his breakfast.  The dry food hits the bowl with a loud thrash, while "good mornings" are exchanged between them.  The brook is at a steady trickle, not enough to hear in our bedroom.  The baby birds are singing, waiting for their breakfast.  I slowly turn my tired body over to feel our baby moving and grooving and ready to start the day.  

Bacon hits the pan and begins to sizzle.  The screen door opens as he heads to the garden.  Omelets with our green peppers and summer squash are on the menu.  I slowly wake up, as he bounces back in the kitchen with a "it's thick out there today, mornin' huni" with a kiss on the cheek and a rub of the belly.

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Last night we watched Jackie's kids so they could go to a wedding.  We packed up a bag, threw the babies on our backs and walked up the hill.  I played with Liv in the pond as Jas sat in the shade chatting with Waylon, making sure tiny clovers didn't end up in his mouth.  He said he likes that age.  I told him our little guy will be that big this time next year.  He took out the orange tractor i bought and drove the bottle around in the back.  The babies giggled.  We fed some very green baby food to Waylon.  He was covered.  Liv looked for frogs and ate some sand.  We had a potty accident that was no big deal.  We rocked the babies to sleep and passed out on the couches until mom & dad returned.  

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Slowly, we eat our breakfast and talk about what is working well and what we'll do differently in next year's garden.  We talk of chickens and Japanese beetle control.  We hear a splash and look out to see charlie taking his morning dip in the brook.  We talk of baby gear and what's next on the list for the sugarhouse.  We talk of what food we'll bring camping next weekend and when the firewood will be split for this winter.  Our conversations consist of love and vision.  Our vision.

Yesterday i made up some raspberry/blueberry maple preserves.  Today calls for Dilly beans.

This is a good weekend.