I lost a butterfly. Sunday while we were at church two of them emerged from their chrysalis, one was still drying it’s wings on the lid while the other was MIA. I have no idea if it died, found it’s way out, or disappeared into our dungeon of a basement. You’d think a bright orange flying insect would be obvious!
The week can pretty much be summed up with the following words: melons, sweet corn, swimming, wedding. I feel like summer is almost over and I’m scrambling to soak up the last rays of hot sun, swimming just one more time, grilling outside once again, having a lunch picnic with the kids just because we can, a few more bonfires and potlucks around the pit. I feel equally overwhelmed by how much gardening and preserving there remains to be done! Tomatoes are turning overnight and a new wave of green beans is ready to be canned. Baby food has to be made, cloth diapers washed, yard mowed, dishes washed, vegetables harvested, washed and used or saved for preserving, meals cooked, chores done and somebody has to care for the kids! Phew! I sleep well at night!
In N&N news, Natalie sits by herself, pointing and flexing her toes like a little ballerina. She is so happy and joyful, and Nathan and I laugh at her when she eats her socks or claps her hands together, or pulls his hair. He loves to play peekaboo with her. She will be 8 months old in a few days! Where did my baby go?
Nathan is starting to talk in more complete sentences, which constantly surprise me. He is so helpful, but sometimes he just needs a few more cuddles from Mom, and this has been one of those weeks. He holds my hand and insists on sitting on my lap.
Saturday was our dear friends’ wedding and it was such an honor to be part of their special day in several ways: making the potato salad for the feast, and attending their beautiful wedding ceremony! They stood near an arch decorated with wildflowers, wood and burlap, under a white tent vowing to love each other for life, in the ups and downs. The symbol of unity wasn’t a candle or sand, but rather an act of carefully building a bouquet together, each plant or flower symbolizing an element that they felt necessary for a successful marriage. Afterwards we feasted on roast hog, beans, sourdough bread, potato salad, kale salad, apple salad, olives, salami, crackers, cheese, wine, beer, tea and pink lemonade. The whole celebration reflected so much of their love for nature, literature, good (real) food, and a festive spirit with a creative bicycle joust. I teared up at their carefully written vows, and we met so many new, wonderful people. Dark finally fell, so we roasted a s’more, danced to a few songs, then retreated home to get the kids to bed.
Sunday we spent the afternoon processing 50 quarts of sweet corn with Dan’s parents, glad to get that out of the way. It was a job well done!
And that’s the news from this melons-sweet-corn-and wedding week on the farm!