This morning, we saw a huge owl from our window. He looked at us for awhile and then, after listening to hungry babies for several minutes, decided it was too much noise for his sensibilities. He departed abruptly and somewhat disapprovingly.
I tried to tell him things will change in a few months when the newborn can sleep more soundly and the one year old isn’t teething. The full moon last night must have been affecting his temper, because he left in the middle of my trying to excuse myself, which I thought was rather rude, but completely understandable.
I went out to the garden today and did battle with some very vicious thistles. And some very tall grass. And one very annoyed and displaced garden spider. Actually, I didn’t battle the spider, I just tried to explain that there were plenty of plants left in which to crawl and generally live peaceably, and the thistles and grass were going in spite of his protestations.
I hope he still isn’t mad at me.
Anyway, the garden is so overgrown, but I do so love lost causes, you know. And, every time I find a beautiful little wilty plant struggling to survive amidst the thistles and grass, my heart catches and I just want to save it and let it know that it’s not over yet–that there is still some summer left and I am not giving up on them.
One of the reasons why I am not good at this country living/land thing is that I tend to anthropomorphize…well…everything.
But one thing I love about gardening is the spirit just overwhelms me when I am with those plants. And it’s peaceful.
The best part about working out there is that I can throw the thistles and grass on the side and know that later on my husband and sons will pick it up for me and I got to do all the fun stuff (they think I am crazy, because none of them even knew there were plants in there, and even worse–they didn’t care to join me–they don’t think it’s fun. I don’t get them).
So, onto the tour of the house…
I took some more pictures of the kitchen area and dining room, because everywhere else is too messy right now.
So, here is our dining room, and yes, that’s a big table! Grandpa Beard made it for us when Joy passed away, and I will never part with it. In fact, if the house doesn’t fit the table, it’s not even considered. We have a bench on one side for the big kids, and chairs on the other side for the smaller kids (I have had too many experiences with little ones falling backwards off of benches in my many years as being the oldest of ten and then the mother hen of all my brood…)
Also, I have a farm table in there, and I often use it to put silverware and napkins on and condiments or beverages or whatever I don’t want to take to the table. Above the farm table is my picture called “Work Of Ark”, and you can also see the fireplace and my not-quite-full bookcase…
I really like the pot hanging thingy in the kitchen. It’s one of my favorite things–I have been lucky to have one in the last two houses we’ve lived in. Here is the way it looks from the kitchen:
Here is a better picture of “Work of Ark”:
I love this painting. I love how the symbols of the beginning (the serpent and the tree) and the end (the lamb and the lion) are right down the middle of the ark…it’s just a really neat painting and the children love it. Also, it reminds me of our home…sometimes I feel like we’re a lot like that painting.
The Family Room Fireplace
There is only a picture of the fireplace because the rest of the family room was not appropriate for picture taking. I ended up putting many of our Joy pictures up here (I have a bit of Joy in every room–it’s a tradition). I also have the First Presidency in here above the little bookcase (many non-members have asked me if they are relatives…why else would we have pictures of old men on our wall? ).
I sat at the window seat this evening, absolutely exhausted from just trying to get through the day. It’s not just the teething 14 month old, or the nearly two month old, or the fifteen year old boy who is now a young man (when did that happen?)…sometimes it’s just exhausting because in order to feel Joy in my life, I have to work for it.
And, the working is hard.
But, at the end of the day that started at 2 am, I felt her. I know she’d been there all along, but the children were laughing outside, and the night breezes dancing with the leaves sang her name, and I felt that peace that comes when you realize that it will all be worth it.
And it will all be alright.
And sometimes it’s alright right now.
And that’s what happened tonight.
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