In summer, living beyond the pavement's end is idyllic. We work on our property, making it more orderly. I go down to the garden in the early morning to check on the tomatoes and find myself staying too long, pulling out weeds as the sun comes up over the ridge.
In winter, it's beautiful. The snow on the trees contrasts with the winter's extra blue in the sky, and I walk up to the neighbour's and rock a while, listening to her stories of growing up here; sharing Katherine's latest achievements.
Spring is even better, as things start to warm up. The warm micro-climate in front of the house invites us outside. I start seeds inside, which never make it to the garden, but they grow on top of the fridge and make me feel thrifty.
And Fall - I love the fall. It's a time for harvesting and feasting. Jack's Pumpkin Shack fills their roadside stand, and I pick apples from a forgotten orchard. I bake. Apple pies, pumpkin chocolate chip bread, new salsa, and pickles all make their way through my kitchen. Some I keep, some I let Kevin try. We think Thanksgiving.
Sometimes, when I'm enjoying the thought of all that I have here, I wonder what Kevin's view of this place is. Would it be very different from mine? Would his vignette consist of hunting, home repairs, snow-clearing, and relaxing in 'his' chair?
And Katherine; what would she see? Pooh, book, mommy, daddy, cheerios, and dolly. Probably that... she's living the good life.
As we all are.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2 Years Today!
I am so happy to have been married this long! Living with Kevin has always been wonderful, but now there's a relaxed-ness about it that I am really enjoying. We're more comfortable with each other, I guess. That may bring up a mental image of a couple married so long they look the same, but that's not what I meant.
It's something else; something outsiders might not see. We laugh more. It's easier to plan times that we'll both enjoy. I know to make him mashed potatoes; he knows to kiss me first when he walks in the door.
Life is good.
It's something else; something outsiders might not see. We laugh more. It's easier to plan times that we'll both enjoy. I know to make him mashed potatoes; he knows to kiss me first when he walks in the door.
Life is good.
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