I think it an extraordinary thing to be born in the midst of fragrant, lilac-perfumed May.
The first clusters of purple and white lilac blossom out just in time to be plucked from the bush by little hands and bundled up in birthday bouquets...the very best kind of birthday presents. I always put some by my bed... it is my opinion that there is nothing more extraordinary at making a person feel luxurious than flowers by the bed. At night, they flavor my dreams. In the morning, when sun is filtered through cloudy curtains-just upon waking, without even opening my eyes, I stretch my arms wide and breathe deep, that glorious scent. And asparagus- tell me, a birthday with the first asparagus of the season is made that much more special, wouldn't you say?
My birthday was nice, despite Matt being out of town. My mom visited and brought HAPPY cookies with her. The children worked on handmade gifts, so sweet. Corynn made me homemade Andes mints that were to-die-for. YUM. The day before Matt had made breakfast and cut a heart in cheese for me. I ate dessert, a rare treat these days, and I made a households worth of one of my favorite meals Chicken and Vegetable Alfredo. Matt doesn't prefer alfredo and I've been avoiding pasta in order to lose weight- so that was the special treat I decided upon for my birthday.
I turned 35 years old- which doesn't seem all that old and yet, very much too old at the same time. Judah said the other day, out of the blue, "Woah, Mama! You have A LOT of gray in your hair! You have a whole PATCH -right there!! You should really dye it!" And if you have never heard Judah speak...he speaks VERY loudly and with MUCH enthusiasm. To hear him say it, you would surely think it MUST be done. And quickly.
Actually, I think I might.
But then again- if I dye my hair, that opens up a whole new can of worms, doesn't it? One doesn't usually stop dying ones hair after one has begun. And that is a whole lot of commitment. And cash.
Then again- I am not keen on being grayed while in my 30's. Not when women in their 50's and 60's would look younger than I would. That would be a strange thing. It's a conundrum. Thoughts?
Lately, I have been having a hard time focusing on more than one event at a time. It is like my brain can't fragment into the necessary parts anymore. (Old age?!) I could juggle lots of things with ease before and now I have to get through one thing in order to get through another. Getting the puppies to their new homes was the big thing in the beginning of May. They left the weekend of Mother's Day and my birthday. It was sad to see them go. Realizing I don't want 8 full size dogs living with us next year didn't make it much easier to see 7 adorable little puppies leave us in a day. Boy, were they precious. How can you resist those adorable faces?
Then it was Mother's Day. Then it was a curriculum sale to prepare for. Then a weekend out of town. Now it is the garden and an anniversary party and a vacation. If I can just get the garden in, I can think about the anniversary party. And after the anniversary party, I can finally focus on the vacation. One thing at a time. Just one thing.
I thought the vacation would be the last of the big things but June is already shaping up to be just as busy. As busy as spring is, it is a busy that I quite like. Getting my hands dirty, watching flowers swell and blossom, feeling the sun, visiting with friends and road trips. The last of the school days and the postponing of school days for planting days. It feels...productive.
And that always feels good, doesn't it?