it looked like this.
but very different approaches in the garden
making for an interesting Saturday.
this is not a bad thing.
we think differently.
we work differently.
we don't really "get" why the other person does what they do.
but we love each other.
and that is enough.
and the pea trellis did get built so it's all good.
it was also a muddy weekend.
i like mud.
must be the child in me.
couldn't wait to get my boots into that muck and squish around.
we are begining to find ourselves here,
around the fire pit on Saturday nights.
feels like a tradition is starting for these cool spring months
and i like it.
we gather ourselves, and others of course,
and we sit and chat, and eat, and use our firesticks to create caves amongst the hot wood.
i beg to roast marshmallows for people, only to be turned down again and again.
it is a simple way to connect with each other.
and fire always attracts the man children.
the weekends are becoming a mix of work and rest.
they feel safe and restful,
which is a change from a few months ago.
the house doesn't get much done and the food is always simple
but we feel as though we had a break for the routine of the week.
well, owen's routine at least.
i don't really have one these days.
the birds are continuing to build thier nest in the white birdhouse i told you about
i am enthralled by them.