Land and Labor

grove worker

So here we are at my mom’s again. I try to stay home but my silly family constantly has ways of involving me in their lives—which I love of course. It doesn’t take much more than a phone call to get me in the car and driving off to the sticks. Poor Toby though. He doesn’t see much of us.

I didn’t mean to stay more than a day after Rapunzel’s holiday concert but the thing about visiting my family is that there is alway so much to do here! They don’t call it Camp Chaos for nothing. I constantly get sucked into projects. Which I totally and completely love. I am weird that way.

I cannot just sit around and watch television or read a book. If I see something challenging to do like say: some boxes that need organizing on the carport or a giant juniper bush that looks like a marshmallow just calling out to be trimmed into a beautiful Japanese bonsai tree… I can’t help myself! So I call up Toby, ask him if he can eat top ramen for another night, and throw myself into the latest project.

out back

Even though I love love love living at the beach, I love the country too. My mom’s new house sits on a pretty big lot and there are trees and grass to play in here! It’s so pretty and over-grown. The yard just calls out to be taken care of. There is space to garden here! I want to plant a really big garden and come out every week to keep it up. Of course that’s not very practical, considering my schedule is pretty busy as it is but it is fun to dream when we are out here.

With the on-coming depression (That’s what we call the “economic downturn” in our house.) I’m thinking crazy thoughts about planting vegetables and making do with less and less. Someday there might come a time when we go to the grocery store and the shelves aren’t lined with every convenient food you can think of. Already, I leave the store half the time without the cut of meat I wanted when I first walked in. Cookie brands are going out of business… what next? Maybe I’m being an alarmist but I like to think about these things. Not in a negative way but more as a challenge. What new thing can I do? How can I ride this out and make it work to my advantage?

serious lemonage

So anyway, when I show up at my mom’s and I see her fruit trees so heavy with fruit that the lemons are breaking their own branches and rotting on the stem, I can’t help but think about this. Her yard is full of rich soil that is waiting to be tilled. There is so much space out here. Why don’t we take advantage of this? Of course the answer is complicated.

My dad is a trucker. He’s gone most of the time. My mom is getting older and has trouble gardening like she used to. Her hands ache with arthritis. My brother is gone trucking too and my sister-in-law has her own half acre to take care of. There just aren’t enough bodies to do the work there is to do. And this isn’t even a farm!

I guess that leaves me. But you know how it is. I have a life home at the beach too. I have freelance work to do and household chores to keep up. I have a husband who likes to see his family once in a while. I have friends at the beach who wonder where I am. I’ve thought about putting Bug in preschool but I’m gone so much it would be a waste of money. What about ballet or gymnastics? I haven’t even thought about signing her up for anything like that.

I guess it’s just a lot to think about.

a big ol' bag o' lemons!

We’ll just try to get here whenever we can.

I lack the time to make this post better…

the girl

Hi guys. Remember me? Of course you do. I guess it’s only been a day or two but I feel like I’ve been gone from this site for a while. Remember those days when I blogged about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g? Poems about shoes…sigh. I miss those days. I think the reason I feel like it’s been ages is because I’ve been wanting to blog about stuff for ages but every time I sit down to type, I am foiled by the evil toddler or my need for sleep. Both of them are insufferable.

Bug is not so evil. She’s actually pretty great but she’s taking up a lot of my time, as she should of course. We are in the throes of threedom. Even though she isn’t even three, I can feel it. In my family we don’t suffer from the terrible twos. We get the terrible threes and Bug is advanced (of course) so she is getting the terrible threes when she is two months away from being three.

mommy's feet

I had a really really long rant here about potty training and public temper tantrums and my inability to come up with appropriate punishment on the fly (don’t worry, no small toddlers have been harmed by walloping flip flops) but I read it and thought it was way too whiney raw to put out there on the internet so I deleted it. I’m sorry. Maybe another day when I have more time to put it in better words. In the meantime, feel free to give me advice on how to raise a strong-willed child. I’m all ears.

mommy and daddy are ignoring me

p.s. Bottom two photos by Bug, of course.