Spring Days

This is the apricot tree, with fruit. Already. I hope they are hanging on tight as there is some wind coming in the next few days. We will have a day in the 90s this week. I am always looking at weather patterns. In 1989 it hit 97 so it isn't too bad. Then maybe some rain.

We are approaching the weed free zone. I wouldn't have even thought it was a possibility earlier in March. One thing that is interesting this year. For years and years, we always had a boy at home to do our yard work. Ben started our yard work when he was about fourteen. After he started working full time, the yard work passed on to William, Elliot and Peter. Now of course, Elliot and Peter are working which leaves everything to Ron and me but not mowing or weed eating or edging or using the blower. I am the handy hula hoe person and weed chopper. I also clean up the piles of debris. I don't drive the tractor either.

 

I admit to getting a tiny bit panicky at times. All of the work seems huge. Now though, since we have got a handle on it I am feeling bit better about things. This year, is paint the inside of the house year. Or better still, if it doesn't move paint it year. I see so many things I need to be painting. We are going to start upstairs. I am going to make our loft into a library. In our house before this one, we had so much storage and so many walls. When we moved here, we had windows and no storage.  We built this  house to live outside. Now with only two of the boys at home, it is time to transition into a different, "Us." It is time to see if I still know how to decorate a house. I have been in raising people for so long, my decorating skills have fallen into disrepair. Just standing in front of the paint color place at Home Depot I got heart palpitations.

 

So as I clean house, I wonder what will be the colors I choose?  Will I get rid of my books? What I would like is to make everything clean and bright, and get rid of so much clutter. Some of the kids think we should down size and move to a smaller more manageable place. It is hard for me. We worked for twenty years to make it here. I like my big house. I like all of the room. Maybe I will change my mind at some point, but for now, I want to live here. When I was young, no matter how upside down my life was, my grandparents were the consistent unchanging influence in my life. They never moved until they went to heaven. I hope that Ron and I can remain that kind of people my grandparents were, consistent, solid and secure. Giving people a place to come home too, is what I want this place to be for whom God brings to our door.  

Some pondering going on today as I vacuum, and clean and putter around here. I hope your April is off to a wonderful month.

Blessings from me to you,

~Kim~

“There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.”
― Willa Cather, O Pioneers!