Months ago I started this blog and I was like, “I am gonna write all the time!” and then I wrote about five posts and retreated back into my comfy hermit-esque state. Whoopsy. Ok, so, maybe being a prolific blogger was not as effortless an endeavor as I first thought. I have all sorts of great topics in my head, but somewhere between the doing and the writing, I get whisked right up in the next thing, and life tumbles ever forward before the notions get captured on the page
I guess being a writer takes discipline. Go figure… I am so deeply acquainted with the extraordinary amount of discipline it takes to be an artist for a living, but somehow I overlooked the fact that adding a writer feather in my cap would require even MORE discipline. I thought I could just add it to the chaos without missing a beat. I thought I had this discipline thing down pat.
So, a few stories will be left untold.
And now summer is half way over (or half way begun, if you are an optimist). Last month was spirit-breakingly HOT. I work in my attic, which has small windows and no air conditioning. The heat made me into sort of a zombie. Though I was able to pull together a respectable collection of sweaters, I was left sort of gasping for air. So, I think that for the first time in 4 years I am gonna sit out a month on the sweater front. It terrifies me to say that! But yeah, for August, I am not going to be hunched over my serger making coats. My next big collection of sweaters won’t be until September. In the meantime I am gonna straighten out my back and look around me at this beautiful life that all these sweaters have afforded me.
This summer has been so full of breathtaking bike rides and swimming holes and friendly visits and shooting stars. I am slowly loosening the grasp on this sense of obligation I have to continually sew, and shaking out my wings a bit. We have been doing so much work around the house. It makes me feel so happy when people come to visit and I can show them all the changes.
One of the biggest projects has been the excavation of our pond. Our endearing little pond was so muddy and choked up with invasive plants that you could barely see it. For the past few weeks there have been folks here with big machines and strong backs, pulling roots out of the mud. We thought we might end up with a functioning swimming hole at the end of it…but it turns out that our pond is just kind of murky and gross. That doesn’t stop up from riding our inflatable swans out under the sunset though. Has anyone else had any luck excavating ponds? Any tips?
As I type this, through my window I can see two guys with a pickup truck full of ditch lilies. They are gonna plant 5000 tiger lilies along the edge of the pond.I can’t wait for next June with all the smiling orange flowers burst into bloom. Maybe in the fall I will tuck some allium between the lillies. I love how the purple and orange look together.
In three weeks my dear dear dear friend Kevin will be marrying his sweetheart Mark. Our rainbow house is going to be the campground and site of midnight forest dance parties and lazy Sunday brunch. There might be 200 people here at my house! SO, these next few days I will be marching forward like a good little soldier, trying to whip everything in to shape. There is so much to do, like walk over to the edge of the mud slick every day and beg the little grass to grow faster. It is all gonna look so pretty.
Since I have given myself permission not to sew, my inner workaholic needs to fill that void with some other discipline. I thought it might be neat if I try a little harder to write more often. There really are a lot of fun, cool, things going on all around here, and I would love to have the peace of mind to share them. Maybe I will try that. Maybe you will be hearing more from me this week! Or maybe I will just be floating on my swan spacing out and chastising myself for being such a crappy blogger.