My dream garden
If I could have any yard at all, it would look something like that. The cottage garden has so much appeal to me. It is untamed and wild and yet controlled and orderly at the same time. A paradox. Like me I suppose.
A profusion of colors, shapes, sizes. A plethora of fragrances. A haven for butterflies and birds. Fat, fuzzy bumblebees lazily looping in and out of flower and leaf. Small hidden spots of joy nestled into secret spots. A birdfeeder. A birdbath. A pretty bench. That is my idea of peaceful.
Will I ever be able to have that in base housing? No, not really. But that’s ok. I can have a modified garden in containers on my patio and front porch. In the flower beds under my front windows. I can have a vegetable garden that covers my patio. Corn, squash, beans and peas. Tomatoes fat and ripe and full of the taste of summer and sunshine. Juicy red strawberries so sweet and tender and delightful.
On a different note, there are only 12 days until The Boy comes back. The girls and I are so ready for him to be here. We miss him a great deal when he’s gone. The first few days after he left, Kenneth and Frances were here and I was occupied with the last shows of Annie. My mind didn’t have time to go there. That’s probably a good thing.
The house feels strange when he’s gone. Empty and lonely despite the fact that is anything but. My home is generally brimming with the sounds of little girls at play. Giggles and silly songs. The smell of warmth and play in their hair as they come in from spending time outside. We call it the warm puppy smell.
Prior to this trip the hardest part of my day when The Boy is gone had been after the girls went to bed. Generally that’s “our” time. We might watch movies, play games, read or just hang out while we both goof off on the computer. Even more so on this trip the late afternoon into evening is especially tough. Our daytime hours don’t run concurrently at the moment so there is a large portion of my day that he’s sleeping.
Now that Annie is over I’m having a hard time getting my ducks in a row. Maybe it is a combination of that and his being gone. I have a lot of generic mundane things to get done but each one of them takes a daunting amount of time to complete. A bit overwhelming to start. I’m not sure what to tackle first. It will all get done, just may take some time.
4 Comments
May 14, 2009 at 6:27 pm
I love a ‘wild’ garden too………………….my favorite that I ever had was a patch of wildflowers I grew in front of our base quarters in WA. state.
I can completely understand you’re not feeling ‘right’ w/o your Honey there. I’m the same way when Jim is gone—————-It’s a good thing we’re not Navy wives, eh?
I pray that the rest of your time w/o him flies by, that you find fun things to keep you occupied, and that it is relatively stress free—–in JESUS Wonderful Name—Amen.
Love,
Lynn
May 14, 2009 at 6:34 pm
Well I know you miss Steven and I know how much he misses you, cause I know you both well.
But he’ll be back soon. I have plenty of tasks I need to get done but between Mema running me continually up and down the hall and her recent acquired mean demeanor, and no sleep and the recent onslought of my side of the family GRRRRR. Thankful that for the mostpart the boys are all acting decent. I need someone to be.
May 14, 2009 at 8:45 pm
No wonder my boy loves you so completely and so passionately. Just as he is blessed to have you as his bride, we are blessed to have you as our daughter-in-love.
May 15, 2009 at 12:13 am
You will have you garden one day soon.You two do so much together that’s hard when Steven is gone go awhile. Try to hang in there. Then you will be so busy when he does come home. Love to all
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