~ Hospitality is thriving in Eastern Oregon. Friends have befriended us on long wedding weekends, fed us incredible crepes (or breakfast burritos, depending on the host) and let us share in their home life; here Xander is hugging on his kitty.
~ To be honest, my garden has been ugly this year. Curt tilled the ground, I planted, my son watered, and we all ignored both weeds and fruit (exceptin’ the luscious raspberries). Just. too. busy. Saturday was the first opportunity for….well, you decide: is it redemption or atonement? There were enough tomatoes for a large batch of spaghetti sauce and a large batch of fresh salsa. We’ve been eating Swiss chard. Beans and peas just didn’t grow this year. The beets and butternut squash still need to be harvested.
~ New, fun game to play. I know some girls who are devastatingly good Blokus players. It is now my goal to be able to hold my own against these masterminds. I like this game because it can be enjoyed at different levels of proficiency. My four year old grandson and I had fun just playing with the pieces.
~ Aren’t birthdays a simple pleasure? Because life is a gift. And the best response to a gift is to return thanks. The recent death of our friend Joe (21 years old) in Afghanistan, is a painful, bittersweet reminder to treasure each moment. Today is my birthday and I am thankful to God for the beautiful life He’s given me. For daily mercies. For forgiveness.
Aging has its compensations. Now that my husband is older he is more inclined to snuggle than to bounce right out of bed. There is that.
To start the celebration, I’m bringing a rhubarb-apple-pear cobbler to work.
“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width (*and depth* I would add) of it as well.” ~ Diane Ackerman