My daughter and I watched Jarhead again today. We went to the theatre on the Marine Corps to watch it the first time and now we own a copy. It was plagued with mixed reviews, but I liked it. I read the book about two years ago – even sent to my brother when he was in Horn of Africa.
As per usual the weeks are just crossing off my calendar. Tomorrow is Friday and although the week has been completely full, it seems like it was just Monday. My weekends are full for the next several weeks – so the family just needs to get over the idea of sparkly white counter tops and neatly folded towels. March madness is taking on new meaning at our house.
I am going to be an aunt in less than two months – Hard to believe. I am anxious for the baby girl. Many miles will separate us, but my heart will be ready to receive the new gift!
The weather is changing here – Shortly, I will be able to come home and have a few hours of daylight after work. I cannot wait to get my hands in my soil and plant. I have four raised beds that I cram as much stuff as possible in. Last year I planted beets and they were simply delicious. Of course, I will dominate the garden with the easy stuff like lettuce, squash and radish – but I am going to mix it up this year too. I am going to stagger plant sunflowers and try my hand at parsnips.
Growing up as a small child we always had a huge garden. We lived in a rural area until about the fourth grade – My mom always planted row after row. She canned vegetables and froze the fruits of her labor. The largest difference is that I do this as a hobby – I yearn to be close to living things. I love to watch things turn from seed to leaves to plants to abundance. My mom did it as a necessity. She did this knowing that the produce she preserved for the winter would carry us through. Some say that canning, baking and home making are a lost art. I cannot completely argue with this theory. I am just thankful for the female role models in my daughter’s life that can carry out these activities fairly well. I have never mastered making the perfect flaky pie crust, baking bread from scratch or mastering perfect moist peanut butter cookies. But, I recognize not everyone has the gift. Her aunts and close friends compliment my shortcomings.
As per usual the weeks are just crossing off my calendar. Tomorrow is Friday and although the week has been completely full, it seems like it was just Monday. My weekends are full for the next several weeks – so the family just needs to get over the idea of sparkly white counter tops and neatly folded towels. March madness is taking on new meaning at our house.
I am going to be an aunt in less than two months – Hard to believe. I am anxious for the baby girl. Many miles will separate us, but my heart will be ready to receive the new gift!
The weather is changing here – Shortly, I will be able to come home and have a few hours of daylight after work. I cannot wait to get my hands in my soil and plant. I have four raised beds that I cram as much stuff as possible in. Last year I planted beets and they were simply delicious. Of course, I will dominate the garden with the easy stuff like lettuce, squash and radish – but I am going to mix it up this year too. I am going to stagger plant sunflowers and try my hand at parsnips.
Growing up as a small child we always had a huge garden. We lived in a rural area until about the fourth grade – My mom always planted row after row. She canned vegetables and froze the fruits of her labor. The largest difference is that I do this as a hobby – I yearn to be close to living things. I love to watch things turn from seed to leaves to plants to abundance. My mom did it as a necessity. She did this knowing that the produce she preserved for the winter would carry us through. Some say that canning, baking and home making are a lost art. I cannot completely argue with this theory. I am just thankful for the female role models in my daughter’s life that can carry out these activities fairly well. I have never mastered making the perfect flaky pie crust, baking bread from scratch or mastering perfect moist peanut butter cookies. But, I recognize not everyone has the gift. Her aunts and close friends compliment my shortcomings.
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