This summer has been overwhelming to say the least. With The Man deployed, it’s just been me running things around here. This was my first time as a “single mom,” and it has been more difficult than I ever imagined. I’m so ready for Gabe to come home. How do wives do this time after time, with multiple children, for nine or even 15-month deployments. It’s been four very long months. I’m going to weep with relief the second I lay eyes on Gabe.
I can’t WAIT to sleep in past 8:00 am.
Besides handling my daily Mom duties, I’ve also been dealing with the many disasters that have occurred during this deployment. Our sprinkler system flooded our lawn and crawl space; the same day that an AC unit flooded our rental condo. These two floodings (seriously, two floodings in one day. What are the odds?) happened two days after our caretaker left the farm unexpectedly. Four weeks later, Sam fell off the couch and broke his arm. Two weeks after that, our apple orchard matured four weeks ahead of schedule, leaving me, myself and I to gather well over a thousand pounds of apples.
Anyway, this disaster of the summer is the reason why I haven’t posted since Gabe left. I started taking photos again a few weeks ago because I wanted to make sure I captured at least some of the summer on camera before I forgot all about the good and only remembered the bad. There’s nothing like Summer in Western Washington. The farm looked beautiful after our neighbor hayed the field. (A very interesting process, haying. Much more complicated than you would think). We spent lots of weekends at my parents’ farm. Sam enjoyed the chickens. And who wouldn’t? They’re gorgeous.
We arrived home from our Hawaii vacation this weekend, and it was obvious that the sunny days Washington has been experiencing of late has done our garden good. The microgreens and spinach had sprouted and our pear tree is in full bloom. It’s a multi pear, so each branch has different blossoms. The pink blossoms are my favorite…because I’m such a girl.
While feeding Sam lunch yesterday, I noticed (for the first time) that he is starting to show a preference for certain foods. I scattered turkey meat and strawberries on his tray, and after tasting the first strawberry he began carefully picking each strawberry piece off his tray, bypassing the turkey meat. Only when he had finished his strawberries did he begin eating the turkey. I don’t know why I found it so fascinating; maybe because it was the first time I’ve ever seen him establish a clear understanding of the difference between two items…it’s not rocket science, I know, but as his mother, I feel like this makes him the next Albert Einstein. I’ve become THAT parent.
We had our first grouping of sunny days last week and I jumped at the chance to work in my garden. I only have one raised bed, because the yard is too small for anything else. I like to think of it as my “practice garden.” That way, when we move onto the farm, I’ll be a professional gardener who produces a beautiful and bountiful crop every year without any mistakes (Don’t knock my fantasy, please.)
I mixed in fresh compost and planted my first crop of mixed greens, butterhead lettuce, baby carrots and spinach. Once it’s warmer I’ll add basil, parsley and cilantro, but here in Washington, that won’t happen until mid-June.
This was Sam’s first time playing in the grass and he had an amazing afternoon (or so it seemed anyway). He played in the raised bed, ate dirt and leaves, (even though I pulled everything out of his mouth, I’m pretty sure a few pieces escaped my prying fingers), and most importantly received instructions from his father on how to use his pushcart. The last part didn’t interest him too much. He was much happier crawling inside and letting The Man push him around. To each their own, I suppose.
(BTW, did anyone else notice my knees look about twice my age? How did that happen?)