Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine...
I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine...
A million tomorrows shall all pass away...
err I forget all the joy that is mine today.
Well, it is officially fall here in Minnesota.
The close to a wonderful summer full of memories.
I need to do a little "back blogging" in order to get a few of them on paper!
On Tuesday when I get home from work Nola Jean and I head out to the farm.
We have many things to do and are quite excited about the adventure at hand.
She walks through the grass with her little brown shoes and her new flowered dress that she wore just for gramma to see. The beautiful landscape, the sun going down in the west, leaves us with the most perfect time of night to be outside.
She walks to the apple tree and shows me the one she would like, it is "just right", a nice little apple that she just loves for a snack! In the pail it goes.
As I am picking spaghetti squash in the garden for her momma, she brings over the weed eater and notices at the edge of the garden a whole bunch of little tomatoes. they are "just right", a nice little tomato that she just loves for a snack... goes into the pail.
She starts to help me pick tomatoes when she suddenly starts to cry and wraps her hand up in her pretty dress.
It is a loud cry with some anger steaming the tears.
I try to find out what happened and look to see what has happened.
She does not want me to talk to her at the moment and continues to stand by the tree with her head down and hand wrapped.
Should we go and show mommy what happened and tell her about it.?
She moves her head up and down telling me "yes".
We go to get in the car seat and she says "I don't want you to see my owie"
Okay I say, I close my eyes (seeing just enough to get her buckled in the car seat).
When we are on our way in to town she says "It is not the owie I got at Jaci's house, that is getting better, my body is healing it"
"oh, okay, can you tell gramma what happened"
"no, I don't want you to see it!"
"oh, okay, we will wait, we are almost home and you can tell momma about it and show her, Okay?"
Arriving home we run to momma to tell her and I leave so they can discuss the matter at hand in private. It turns out it was a vine that was wrapped in the tomatoes that scratched her arm.
After absolutely not wanting a bath, she spends the next hour playing in the bath tub...
cooking things with the bubbles and pouring water from one container to the next.
She puts on her flower pajamas and papa gets a band aid to put on the clean owie.
"Thank-you papa for the bandaid"
Good night to everyone as she pads up the stairs with momma close at hand...
bringing up the story for the night - "A Mother for Choco".
Good night momma
Good night Nola Jean
Sweet dreams
...and I think of the vines and remember they are both good and bad
but,
for now momma has cured the bad just by listening.
and I look up, the stars have taken over the sunset
I once again thank the Savior for all I've been given.
For little girls in flowered dresses,
for apples, tomatoes, story books and
bandaids!
