Celebrating and Settling in


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The other day, I noticed that the light hitting the forest behind our house was looking remarkably beautiful, and I ran for my camera and zoom lens. About that time, Jonny came and grabbed me, saying, “Come on, you’ve got to see this.” He was talking about the same light, of course. We got in the car and drove down the road, just wanting to see all that we could. There was even a double rainbow in the sky. It was pretty amazing. I thought about how grateful I am that our landscape hasn’t changed much with this move.

A friend asked today how we’re doing as far as the move goes. I told her that it feels a little like we’ve been on vacation (though not the relaxing kind) and I’m ready to go home now. Only, we are at home, it just doesn’t feel that way yet. And I really don’t want to go back to living in our other house, I just want to feel at home, you know? That won’t happen overnight, and I know better than to expect it to. We are hanging pictures here and there, and making plans for what we would like to do to make this house better reflect us as a family. Making a place your own takes time.

To answer a question that many of you have, yes, we have room here for our animals! What we don’t have yet is fencing. Fencing will be the chief work of this week and next.

Last week, we celebrated Beatrix’s eighth birthday, our first family celebration in the new house. We came up with a crazy (maybe not so crazy, actually) last minute cake idea: two pans of brownies with a layer of ice cream between, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Total stomachache, but so good! Reminded me of the Shoney’s hot fudge cake that we oftentimes got on birthday dinners out when I was a kid.

Beatrix was pretty specific about what she wanted for her birthday: mainly this dress, this doll, and this bonnet. To make up for the lack of a homemade birthday dress or sweater (still knitting the first sleeve!) I also bought her and Mabel matching dresses. The lack of enthusiasm when Bea opened that gift was hilarious. I admitted to Jonny that maybe the matching dresses were really a gift for me.

We dipped leaves gathered in our new backyard in beeswax (Beatrix is wearing her original orange Sunday Sweater in that post!), ate more ice cream, and had a wonderful time celebrating. Another week, and it will be Advent, the perfect time of year to keep doing the work of settling in, making this house our home.

Moving and Marigolds

Well! Moving is really, really hard, isn’t it? My younger kids can make messes faster than I can unpack and put things away. It feels a little like a race, and not the fun kind. My odds of winning are pretty slim.

If you could see the mountain of laundry that has accumulated over the past week, you would maybe pat me on the back and sigh, “Oh, Ginny.” And then you’d run.

So, the only logical thing to do right now is talk about marigolds.

Do you like them? Let’s take a poll! I haven’t always. I used to hate the smell and the look of them. I thought they were boring. In recent years I changed my mind on both counts, and that was even before I dyed yarn and silk with them. I love marigolds!

I planted mine late, and they had only just started blooming in abundance when the frost came to wipe them out. Silas, Job, and I were ready the day before, and picked as many as were there. I’ve been simmering and dyeing with them all week, a welcome break from the work of moving.