so, what is it about vacation that makes us think of swimming? I think the creek is COLD, but Caite and Paddy have gone in the water every day. Lily goes down and watches, occassionally hopping in herself. The kids took old ice cream buckets down to catch fish, but somehow they became hats instead. They carry rocks around, and float in inner tubes, and give boat rides to iumaginary people. They find cool rocks, some of which they bring tot he house, and others are randomly set free again. They look for raccoon prints, and the occassional skunk, or possum. They talk to the fish- tiny fingerlings- remindeing them to grow so that they can be caught and released about a billion times this summer. The creek is a peacful place, even when the kids are there, yelling in excitement and hopping wet. It seems to absorb all that excess energy that spills like th estream itself. When I am there I feel renewed,refreshed. Nothing seems as difficult or insurmountable there.
I look forward to the summer now- althought the joys of summer are already upon us here- the sun is warm, the plants are growing the bumbles weave lazily through the forsythia and wysteria, humming in contentment The birds are dressed in Spring garb to impress each other, and they have pulled thread from the bag we set out to weave into nests. The tomato seeds are in soil, sitting int he sun during the day and put up at night to keep the animals from deciding they look too tasty. We got a pot with a hole in the bottom, to try growing the tomato upside down this summer- some small people are PRETTY excited about that. so yeah, life is good.
