Oliver has never watched plants really grow before, especially not from seed, and he's really enjoying seeing it happen. It's basically magic to him. Heck, it's magic to me. I can hardly understand how a seed, and some dirt, and some water, and some sun are the recipe for something so exquisite and unique, and intricate. My spaghetti squash and pumpkin seeds are growing like crazy, and Oliver was just looking at them the other day. He said, "They're saying 'Mr. Sun, can I hug with you?'" because he is about as magical as the plants are.
Yesterday evening we did Game of Thrones with our friends again, and I repotted my larger seedlings because, apparently I didn't anticipate how quickly these puppies grow. I was operating under the notions of a house-plant mother, and now that I'm a garden-plant mother, I'm learning that all plants require different things, and grow at different paces, and garden plants grow like something out of a fairy tale with giants in it. I now fully believe that Jack's bean stalk grew that tall. I do, I actually do.
A sweetheart fellow mama and friend of mine from town stopped by my house yesterday afternoon, at my door, with a Tim Horton's ice cap, and I almost died from joy. It was such a brief quick in-and-out exchange and I feel like I was really awkward at the door (because my entrance is STILL full of garage sale stuff that we haven't figured out what to do with, and because I looked like a hot mess in the middle of the afternoon.) I didn't even find the words to ask why, or what this was for, it was just "Just making a delivery!" and "Thank you so much!" and "You're welcome!" and that was it, and it was so delightful. I'm not going to lie to you, I almost cried. I needed a day maker, and that was it. Day made. I spent the afternoon playing outside with the kids in the neighbours' back yard (since we still don't really have one - the woes of new house living) and we all just soaked up some Vitamin D. Then in the evening we headed out for Oliver's Zumba class, only this time we dropped the kiddos off, and then Alyssa and I just walked around town. Grabbed some slurpies, peeked into an antique store window, and chatted like a couple of high-school girls with nothing to do and nowhere to be on a Tuesday evening. It was so refreshing and lovely.
This morning is a little laggy, it's a rainy day and I'm starting to think that maybe the way I feel directly correlates with the weather. I actually suspect I might be causing it. I woke up this morning feeling groggy and sore, my neck aching and my body sluggish and weak. I feel a bit like I'm walking around upright, but actually asleep. I'm so so crazy tired, which means I'm probably sick, which means I'm making it rainy outside. How's that for a god-complex?
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