9.09.2023

I Fell Off the Wagon, and the Wagon Wheeled Away (July 2023)




 
























































I dreaded how fast three months would disappear, but I didn't account for variables that would make days fly even faster, and crunching numbers makes it worse.


Everything became wedding preparation. I stopped counting hours spent weeding at the farmhouse once I hit 30, I only count hours spent cleaning and setting up the venue there because it earns income to put toward the wedding, and I never even began counting the hours spent sitting on my duff in front of a computer doing wedding stuff because I can't count that high. 

By the time they return next week, Millie and Annika will have spent 35 of the last 71 days down south or out of the country. I know because I just counted. When they're home, they're gone at work for half the time, and Susannah has joined the ranks of working women, too.  Garden produce sits neglected in the autumn garden, fruit flies rule our kitchen, the songbirds have flown, cricketsong grows strident, and Annika gets married and moves in a little over a month. Our family rhythm is broken, and I'm lost somewhere here in the middle waiting for a new song to start up.

I'm grateful that at the beginning of the year, John planned some specific family days for this summer, because they've allowed scattered time to soak each other up before these days are gone. I want to slow down and savor what we have left, but we're careening helplessly along, and the rowers keep on rowing (and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing).

So have at it. 
July's on deck, and August is in the hole. 


4 comments:

  1. The pictures are beautiful and I can almost feel the cool mornings in your lovely yard. Your diaper-clad gardener is doing a great job keeping plants watered. He looks very professional in his gardening cap. ❤️ This post is a perfect, laid-back motif of what a summer day should be in spite of all of the other moving parts whirling around you. “Peace, be still.”

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  2. Abigail! Sharon here and I love these words and your family and your heart even though it's been years. Life in these times just moves along, and we are left to grab ahold and ride until we fall off. i love hearing about it all.

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  3. I feel this deeply. It’s strange for me to be I. The midst of toddler life and grown children moving up and on…it’s a strange season. Love you and yours in it all. Sarah Tate

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  4. Thank you, Molly, for all of your wonderful comments! They are fodder to keep ye olde blog kicking. I had to smirk at the disparity between these slow, peaceful pictures and what the days ACTUALLY felt like. ;)

    SHARON!
    I can't tell you how happy these occasional comments make me. I love that we still have a link, so matter how tenuous, after all this time. <3 John and I hold such great affection for you and your family, even though years and miles lie between.

    And SARAH!
    Take the above comment and duplicate it for you, Josh, and your chickens! Your words resonate. <3

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