noisy village: half-bloomed

what’s been done and what’s to-do

This past week felt sort of like the first real week of summer. The very first week was sort of an ambling first-pancake of a week, and the second week the boys spent on a cousin-reunion-vacation and I was left at home to work and garden and sunbathe and eat variations on bread and cheese and pickles for most of my meals. This past week has felt more like our true summer, and as soon as I thought that I realized how fast it’s all going to go. We’re through week three and that means there’s 8 left and by my math that makes us dangerously close to 1/3 of the way through. I’m sorry if that felt like rude news, but it would seem to be true. So we keep weeding before the sun gets hot and swimming in the river when it does and eating our fill of any given in-season fruit while each one lasts. And I keep marking the weeks, ever the timekeeper that I am, and using that slipping through my fingers feeling to remind myself to stay present, go slow, say yes to easy fun and sleeping in, say no to too busy and overbooked.

While we’re timekeeping: in January I shared with you all about my new year’s wish. You can read about it here, and the long and short of it is in lieu of a new year’s resolution I settled on a wishing practice that had me making a list of 13 wishes for the new year and tossing one each day into the wood stove until one remained, and that was to be my wish. Bloom my home, it read. I knew what I meant: focus on the flowers, make that barn quilt I’d been dreaming about for a decade, plant perennials, start to turn the outside of my home into a beautiful, blooming place that I hope echoes the love we’ve got blooming perennially inside. It’s been a whole half a year since I embarked on making my wish come true and I’m here with an update on what’s blooming and what’s yet to come.