The big garden is in transition and as of this week is looking so...alive, even though this picture makes it look kinda brown. There are tomatoes and green beans and pumpkins and watermelons and grapes and peppers and cucumbers and beets and radishes and zucchini and yeah, I went a little overboard this year but it just feels so good to be digging in the dirt while the sun is shining.
It's my quiet place and let's face it, I need a quiet place.
So that guy that I like so much and I headed out of town with some friends for a few nights to Temecula. We had our own villa overlooking a vineyard and my oh my oh my...the bathroom. THE BATHROOM! I have never before had bathroom envy but we had the most incredibly beautiful bathroom I have ever been in.
It was perfect. I know, because in 2 days I took 4 baths in the most incredible tub ever.
We played cards and ate really good food and went wine tasting and toured a winery and played lots of cards and didn't turn the tv on once the whole time we were there.
Quiet seems to be my theme lately.
In the midst of the heat God sent us the most incredible thunder and lightening storm ever. We drank wine and watched it happen around us and once the storm passed over the air...oh, the air. It smelled and felt so fresh and clean.
I love that.
I should have bought this sign.
Luke and I work together and can't seem to ever leave our line of work. Stop signs are everywhere.
That guy that I like so much and I needed this getaway. He's been working so very, very hard and there is just a lot going on in our little world right now. It's not all bad and it's not all good but it's all part of the greater plan and sometimes I feel as if I'm on the outside looking in and watching it all unfold.
But then I sit back and realize that that is how God wants it...that he wants me to not be in the drivers seat no matter how hard I try. He wants me to sit. He wants me to wait. He wants me to stop bargaining with him and to definitely stop trying to control every little aspect of my life.
The thing is...I feel as if I am being cradled in love. I feel it...yet I still question?
Rested, and feeling ready for re-entry, we took the scenic way home with the top down on the convertible. The road was windy and so beautiful and then suddenly we were back on the freeway and headed towards a barky dog and a boy who needed an MRI on his hand and a toilet that keeps flushing itself all. night. long.
(That guy that I like so much fixed it. Whew.)
And then, because we can't seem to sit still, we drove out to see Matthew and his drum and bugle corps. See the guy in the yellow shorts conducting? That's our boy.
He and his sweet girl are touring all summer, teaching. Matthew is a trumpet instructor and Bri teaches color guard and it was so nice to be able to sneak in one last dinner with them before they head out on tour. It is so fun to see our growing up boys do what they love to do.
Back in town, Brian marched in our neighborhood parade, cast (and flat top and glasses) and all. We actually went to see an afternoon movie, Alex was in Santa Barbara with Emily, Brian was hanging with friends and so it was relatively quiet around here.
Quiet again. It feels good.
I'm not ready for it all the time, but I'm appreciating the moments.
And now, here we are on another Sunday night. I'm eating the last of the lime pie and making my list for the coming week. Hiking is high on the list...there's been a bit too much pie consumed lately.
It's worth it...but I've got a lot of miles in my future.
Summer, so far, feels good.