With the exception of our oldest son, Seth, we spent Holy Week in Georgia, barely making it home in time for Keats to change clothes and head to Easter Vigil with Seth on Saturday night. Our original plan was to drive home on Good Friday so we’d have a day to get ready for Easter, but crazy tornado-filled storms delayed our return. I had hoped to attend Easter Vigil as well, but decided to stay home and unpack and then iron all the younger kids’ clothing for Mass the following morning. The girls needed to arrive at 7 am to rehearse with the children’s choir, so there wouldn’t be much time for getting ready Sunday morning unless I wanted to get up at an unreasonable hour. Mabel started throwing up late that night, and the following morning Larkspur was really sick as well. So, in the end, I didn’t attend Easter Mass at all. I spent Sunday taking care of sick kids and disinfecting bathrooms. We finally celebrated Easter mid-week, and I feel like I’m almost recovered from it all. But, the house is a mess, and I can’t seem to get all the laundry washed. I’m praying that Mary Poppins arrives soon because I’m in over my head.
We spent four days in Georgia, and you can tell from my photos that we spent the first couple days with Jonny’s family because there are somewhat organized group photos. My energy had faded by the time we got to my family’s side of town (our family is spread around suburbs of Atlanta) and I stopped attempting to make children stand in groups and look at the camera. In fact, I hardly pulled my camera out at all. Most of my family is absent from my photos. Next trip, we’ll have to reverse things and start with them. I’m more of a candid photographer anyway, and anytime I attempt to take group photos they are crooked and cropped funny, with half the kids looking away or making weird faces. The funniest moment I captured might have been when Mabel insisted that my sister, Angie, read to her from Thoreau’s Civil Disobedience. Of course, that didn’t last long.
I’ve been saying all along that Mabel is a blond version of Jonny’s mom and looking through her baby book on this trip confirmed that. Judy, on Easter 1951 with her hands on her hips is so Mabel. Same eyes, same mouth, and dare I say, same sass. I love that.
There are pink lady’s slipper orchids naturalized in the woods behind my sister Abby’s house. I feel the need to mention them because they are somewhat rare and considered “unusual” in Georgia (in quotes because I read that on Wikipedia). I should also confess that I can’t place all the blame for my messy house on the trip and subsequent illness. I’ve been spending as much time as I can outdoors working in my flower beds. My kids asked me yesterday if this is what gardening is: digging up plants and moving them to new places every spring. I’ll get it right eventually.
I finished knitting a shawl on the trip, and am working on one I started ages ago now. It’s time to start some new projects, though that might have to wait until later this spring. This weekend I’ve got a plant sale to attend and my gardens are calling me.
p.s. Most of you voted in favor of a puppy, and I’m sure all of you knew we’d get one. Seems that bringing dogs home from Georgia is a thing for us. And if you are in the north Georgia area (Angie lives north of Atlanta) and have been thinking of adopting a puppy, Angie is looking for homes for four more babies! Mama is a rescue dog who was spayed last week. The puppies are well socialized and super cute. It was hard to take just one. Email me if you’d like more information!
p.p.s. The title of this post is a reference to this book.