While I waxed eloquent and soppingly sentimental over my love for my birthday man yesterday, the reality of the evening was far less gooey.
Well, actually, it was pretty darn gooey if you count the trifle. Alisa and I made it according to his mother’s recipe (mostly Alisa made it). It was a huge hit, topping the gifts I believe. Or maybe not. There’s nothing quite like opening a new expansion pack of Cards Against Humanity and having 300 new, disgusting and rude answers to abstruse questions.
We had a lot of fun.
And good food.
And plenty of hugs and love to go around for everyone.
And then this morning, Simon and I drove to our lawyer’s office in Nelson – I am now, once again, a half-owner in our house. Wow!
Surreal and wonderful and scary and the best feeling ever.
So – maybe a little celebration tonight following hard on the heels of yesterday’s celebration. Hell, can you ever celebrate too often?
So – time for his favourite things: first, Alisa and I made his favourite trifle recipe, courtesy of his mother sharing what she used to make for him when he was a child. Fingers crossed he will love it. It surely does look pretty.
And first, a dinner with lots of cheese. How can we possibly go wrong?
But mostly, I celebrate by understanding how blessed I am to have this love in my life: to love this beautiful man and receive his love in return.
I am doubly blessed to share this home with him (officially again after our visit to the lawyer tomorrow). I am now fully pouring my love and care into all of it: the house, the gardens, the woods, the trails – all of it is beautiful and I can feel my roots growing deeper into it every day.
I am content. And I am excited. This feels so right.
But back to Simon. I celebrate that he is alive and in my life – that we found each other and then found our way back to each other.
Love. What on earth is more important than love? And isn’t it wonderful that the more of it you give away, the more there is to give away…
My first day of work for a while. We made a good start. The manuscript has begun with notes, a preface, and a good foray into the first chapter.
I worked hard all morning and up to about 3 p.m. After that, a walk with Alisa and Abby, a quick stop at the pharmacy and then back home with the intention of planting out the rest of the tomatoes and some summer bulbs.
Alas, it was not to be. Instead I got pretty wet bringing the pots back under shelter to prevent them from getting thoroughly pummelled by the rain. And then I had to build a fire. Yes, it’s that damp and chilly.
Spring. Rain. Great for the forest and the plants. Also great for the weeds. I’m hoping for a respite from the rain tomorrow so that I can plant and weed and find sticks in the woods for staking. So much to do….
And yes, I admit it – I love it.
So much to do, none of which is more important than celebrating my beautiful man’s special day tomorrow.
I did not expect to hop in my car first thing this morning and drive to Nelson – and spend a good portion of the day there. But sometimes you just have to roll with it.
The issue was more stuff with the car. Something about a ball bearing (or two or three – who knows how many of those things a car has?)
At any rate, while the car was in the shop, I did the weekly grocery shopping and then wandered around town. The lilacs were in full bloom – the odour intoxicating. Soon our own lilacs will flower and I will fill the house with them.
I grabbed a sandwich to go at the Co-op and sat on a sunny bench in the park, watching the swallows flit in and out of their houses. So nice.
And then, on the way home, picked up a few basket stuffers for the planters.
Still managed to get home in time to plant the cherry tomatoes in their huge buckets.
An odd day – not as expected – and you know what? A lovely day. I am feeling the love. I have that sense that all is as it should be and that good things are on the way.
Sometimes you don’t realize the size of the project until you start on it.
Take today: Simon was working on laying the flagstones across the lawn. The part that’s done looks amazing. And it’s practical! But little did he know that in order to do the job, he would have to dig up boulders, monster rocks and 22,000 miles of quack grass. He thought he’d be done in a day.
I’m amazed that he got as far as he did.
Meanwhile, I thought I’d get the lower garden and the lawn weeded.
After digging up a bucket of horsetail in the lower area, I decided it was time to find out what eats horsetail. There must be some critter somewhere. Simon suggested dragons. “Well then,” I said. “I’m getting myself some dragons.”
Soon I shall do an Internet search “Where to purchase dragons.”
I did manage to get some soil shovelled around here and there, more straw down and the lower weeded. But the lawn? Not so much. Simon managed to cut it just before the rain poured down. Well, not entirely “before.” He did come in looking pretty darn wet.
Spring. Everything is growing like mad and everything needs to be done at once. And because we are staying here, the list of garden projects is ridiculously long – and that’s just the garden. We have house projects and project projects and – well – whew!
Only one way to handle it. The same way you eat an elephant: one bite at a time.
I’m happy to keep making a list and ticking off the items each day.
I did, however, find myself gazing wistfully at a photo of an alpine meadow today in Switzerland.
Looking forward to alpine meadows here in the Koots – soon!
First – thanks to Alisa for the photo of Abby – who clearly knows what to do on a rainy day. Simon and I, on the other hand, were not as wise.
We decided to garden.
Among all the other things we did today.
Simon started on the flagstone path – which is already looking fabulous. He also wielded the pickaxe to give me more garden space to plant more plants – like alliums and spiderwort. And he moved huge rocks for me.
I’d be happy to post photos but it’s pouring.
We got wet. All three of us went out to pick fiddleheads and rhubarb. Alisa and Simon are doing dinner tonight! I understand there will be fiddleheads, asparagus, mushrooms, and onions in a pesto sauce over pasta. This sounds amazing. There is also a rhubarb pie in the making. Oh yes – we also got chives and wild oregano.
All very exciting.
And, as always, I have a long to-do list for tomorrow: baking and laundry and making oat milk and weeding. We are thrilled about the rain. All the transplants and seedlings are loving it. But so are the weeds.
The bad news about the garden: the work never ends.
The good news about the garden: the work never ends.