Well, why not? Everyone else seems to be dining here…. and a girl has to eat.
Two years ago, my husband and son took on a project together. They built a three-car garage.
It took a little while… that’s for sure! If we (could have afforded to and) hired someone to do the work, the project would have certainly been completed in a few months. But we’d never had a garage before, so obviously there was not burning rush to have it finished. They wanted to do it themselves. So they did. Every nail.
That makes it more than just a garage, albeit a beautiful one. Sure, it shelters the cars, mower, canoe, surf boards, etc., etc. blah, blah, blah. And that’s it intended purpose.
More than that, much more, it represents time spent together – envisioning, planning, building, swearing, solving problems and patting each other on the back. My husband shared his love of building with his son, who in turn, learned some life skills. There were struggles – like the time they built the structure around the (borrowed) scaffolding and opted (after a great deal of deliberation) to cut the scaffolding away rather than attempt to remove the beam they had just spend several hours installing. They are not going to live that one down for a while!
It took for-ever!! to build – turning our driveway into a construction zone for a couple of years. Years! I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be finished. (I may have mentioned that to them…. once or twice.)
It’s finished, now (well, mostly). And I love it! I love it because it means I don’t have to scrape snow and ice off my car anymore in winter (glory hallelujah!) But mostly, I love it because of the accomplishment it is, and the beautiful shared memories it already holds.
This is my entry in Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Construction
Write down the first words that come to mind when you hear the words rain, home, soil ….. and use those words in your title…(just a little explanation – Daily Prompt)
Rain??! Okay, okay….I know we need it; we need lots of good, clean water to sustain us. And I know that lots of places in the world are hungry for it. I’ve been to Australia – land of the Big Dry – and I’ve experienced the difficulties of rationing water. And I don’t enjoy it.
But, enough already! We have had so much rain in the past few months. Last summer I didn’t water the garden once – not once! Why? Because we had enough rain. It feels like it rained all fall. Today, after all the excitement and preparation and anticipation of a good, old-fashioned blizzard, what did we get? Freezing rain!!! Now, I don’t like to seem ungrateful, after all we are on a well here….and, you know what they say: “at least you don’t have to shovel it”. But you can’t build snowmen with it either …. just saying.
To me, rain is water. Beautiful, garden-watering, well-filling, life-sustaining water.
Soil. I grow as much of our food as my garden and climate will allow. Here are some garlic cloves being tucked into my garden last fall and hey will be the first green sprouts up in the spring. This warm soil is full of nutrients and life. When you say soil, I think: garden.
I love my Home. I love the house with the furnishings (some acquired over time, as a result of hard work and some inherited) and I am passionate about the property with the gardens. I am rooted to the land, the landscape and the community. This is where my family is. My home represents love.
It is a good thing I like it here so much. Because today I was here all alone with the winds lashing the windows with all that freezing rain. (No one to play board games with on this snow day) But I am grateful to be sheltered and warm and nourished with a bowl of Ginger Carrot Soup, pulled from the freezer, made from these vegetables from my garden, my home where we have enough. Enough water.
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness – Chinese Proverb
It’s a dark, wet, gloomy night….after a dark, wet, windy, gloomy day. We are presently under the influence of a “stalled nor’easter”, just the kind of weather that makes you want to stay in bed.
Lucky for me, though, I was scheduled to spend the day with 20 five-year olds as their substitute teacher. No outside play today, due to the weather. But we got along cheerfully anyway, with songs and stories, with crafts and hugs. Lots of hugs.
Its a brand new school, designed to be “green”, and very energy efficient. The large windows usually allow us to get by, happily, without (or with a minimum use of) the overhead lights.
But, today it was so dark.
I was compelled to keep the lights on. And when I did flick the switch off as we left the room to go to the library, the darkness was punctuated by the glow of the the fairy lights on the class christmas tree. That made for a very cosy place to return to with our fresh library books.
Even though it was only mid-afternoon, it was still raining when I drove home. As I dogged puddles and potholes (no way of knowing just how deep those bad boys are!), and with an eye on the overflowing ditches, I caught sight of a house in which a single candle was lit in the kitchen window. No other lights were on. A signal of hope, I thought. A sign of welcome.
What a warm sight, that little light, on a dark day.