while it lasts

IMGP1509So. I can’t help but notice that the weeks are just flying by. Do you feel that way, too? Flying so fast I can hardly keep up and am simultaneously left with the feeling that I’m just not getting enough done each day. I am guilty of feeling guilty when my “productivity” falters. And the days have been remarkably gray. A grayness that kind of wraps me up and keeps me feeling subdued. The air temperatures that have come along with the grayness are somewhat cool for early June. (I hope this odd coolness keeps the lettuce from bolting before our weekend market…) And there has been good rain. Ahhhh, rain. Thank heavens for that because we were getting a little dry around these parts. So in addition to the rain, and lack of sunshine, and cooler temperatures, a sickness has been lurking about in my household. Mostly, it seems like just a cold but our littlest had a relapse into not feeling well, and with that came a pretty high fever and an episode of puking on the kitchen floor this morning. (I was thankful for ceramic tile.) She has had a couple of days of not doing much more than laying on the couch, and I can’t seem to focus on anything else other than her well-being. So I sit with her and stroke her hair. Or take her temperature from time to time. Or get her a drink. Whatever she needs. However, I will admit to indulging myself in some knitting while I sit on the couch with my girl’s sweaty brow on my lap. 

The sun will be blazing again very soon. Summer will be upon us. The tempo of the days will surely pick up again. And Olivia will, with all hopefulness, be back to her chipper little self in no time.  So, while it lasts, I’m going to stay put here at the house where my energy is most needed. I will let the gray day swallow me. I will let the time go by, like a little bird freed from the clutches of the cat. I will let the weeds grow in the garden one more day… it will be ok.IMGP1325

1 thought on “while it lasts

  1. Sorry to hear your daughter isn’t feeling well. It is tough when there isn’t anything you can do except “be there”. (The last photo is beautiful.)

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