It was a quick trip, a visit from Simon's sister and her family for a few days. And it was, quite frankly, a bit of bliss. Messy, crazy, houseful of six kids bliss, but bliss none the less.
Crickets are calling through open windows. Tomorrow, cousins and Auntie and Uncle are coming to stay for a long weekend. These last weeks of summer are treasure indeed.
She wanted a tea party, but she also wanted to go to the Coast. This meant a picnic tea party, and the afternoon previous saw a mad whirl of prep work. Ana made a lemon-poppyseed cake, baked in tin cans to make three mini cakes of four layers each (12, you see). Asher helped carve radishes into toadstools. I flew around a bit like a chicken with my head cut off, as my grandmother would say. However, we got it done, and yesterday morning saw us on our way with Grandma.
After this, she really couldn't wait much longer for her tea. So we obliged. On the menu:
Ham and truffle cheese sandwiches with lettuce on white bread
Smoked salmon, cucumber and labneh sandwiches with dill on rye bread
Lemon poppyseed cakes
Melon flowers and leaves
Earl grey tea (with a hint of lavender)
I hope she had a good day. The rest of us certainly enjoyed it.
This girl of ours. This girl who is not at all like anyone else. Who can be hard to understand and easy to misunderstand. With a heart as large and soft, as deep and sweet as any I have ever encountered; with a dark streak of stubborn temper to flash with her bright eyes and head of curls; with such a real sense of who she is and what is important; this girl who has always been nothing more or less than Herself. She amazes us. We are honoured to know her as well as we do-- it has been one of the greatest bounties in our lives.
This week has been, well, hot. Not as hot as Zambia or Malawi on a November afternoon before the rains start, or a muggy evening by the Great Dismal Swamp, but for western Oregon, pretty gosh darn hot. All around us people are moaning and wilting and slowly dribbling themselves into pathetic puddles on the soft pavement. And it is a bit embarassing to have to say that actually, we don't mind it. We're not running around at 4 in the full sun, and the fans go up in the windows as the sun sinks down. But it cools off so blissfully at night. And for the first time, the water spraying out of the hose feels good, not chilly. Which leads to a whole lot of this:
Tomorrow leads to a young lady turning 12. We will celebrate at the Coast with a tea party picnic and grandma and probably more sand dune sliding and fish and chips. Summer is glorious. More soon.
Two of my cousins and their sweet babies were visiting my aunt and uncle (their mom and dad) today. We got head over for a few hours of cuddles of cobbler and the pure delight that is babies in dappled light.
Tonight we are planning a drive out to nowhere to view the perseid meteor shower. And you?
It has been a busy month. Yesterday, the children and I were home with no one else in it for the first time in weeks. It felt lonesome, and empty. None of us particularly wanted to be there. So we went to the county fair instead.
Bella thinks she should decoarate a cake next year, Ana wants to enter some writing, and Asher a drawing. We shall see. Our neighbor won six first place ribbons for her flowers, and we also saw a newspaper clipping of her as the dairy princess way back when. A new history and culture to learn about.
But everyone's favourites were the animals: bunnies and chickens and sheep and goats and horses (some worn out) and cows and pigs. If we had more room or a different zoning, I suspect I would be overrun...
Also? I have something like seven hundred photos from this last month. I may try to do a recap of our time at Kootenay Lake, and another from camping in the Willamete National Forest.