Saturday morning my mom and I headed out to the strawberry patch. With my grandfather still recovering from his open-heart surgery, the gardens are now our responsibility; problem is, we have to juggle them with our normal duties and chores.
But it was high time we tackled the strawberry patch.
Mom and I marched down the driveway in our capri pants and old shirts, hoes in hand. I did wear gloves, although afterward I didn’t quite see the point since I got a big fat nasty blister on my palm anyway. But the sun was shining and it wasn’t too hot right then. There’s also a certain “Ooh goody, we get to manhandle this challenge and we’re not gonna pull any punches!” mindset to it.
Especially when there just might be plump, juicy, sunshine-warm rewards beneath the jungle of weeds.
Mom and I hoed and pulled for two hours straight, and by the time we decided to call it quits, we were so hot and sore that we felt dizzy. We were heartened, however, by the sight of Pawpaw coming out to see how we were doing. You could tell he was itching to help. He tried to con me out of giving up my hoe, but I hid it behind my back and told him he couldn’t have it unless Mom said it was okay. He was very cheerful, and though he looks thin, I don’t think he’s quite as frail as he appears. After all, he is walking around the property again and taking interest in the orchard, which will be bursting with blueberries and figs in a few weeks.
When Mom and I walked back to the house, we each carried an ice-cream bucket full of these:
I’m very stiff and sore today but I reckon it was worth it. I enjoyed working out there. We managed to weed half of the patch, which extends for oh, some fifty feet maybe (I’m not a good judge of distance). We’ll have to finish the rest of it sometime soon. Like, within the next seven days. We hope, anyway.
So what else is on tap for me this week?
Well, for starters, I’ve been tagged by my bestest friend Emily Gracen of the Becoming Emily blog! She’s sent me a list of fourteen fun and random questions that I’ll answer before the end of the week (Lord willing!). You can read the tag I recently sent her here. She and I have been best friends since she was seven and I was nine; it’s wonderful to extend our friendship into the blogosphere.
What am I reading? I’m about a fourth-way through the The Fellowship of the Ring. Frodo Baggins has just arrived in the town of Bree and will be staying at The Prancing Pony. Who knows what friends or foes may be lurking in dark corners?
I’ve forgotten how rich these books really are. It’s not “simple” story-telling, like the Narnia books. I can only imagine the amount of time and effort J.R.R. Tolkien put into crafting the beautiful world of Middle-Earth. There are so many back stories, languages, cultures, etc. woven in. Truly a labor of love and careful attention to every detail.
Personally, I don’t think the book really picks up speed until we get to The Prancing Pony and meet the mysterious Strider. After that everything is a roller coaster ride, so I’m getting ready to hold on for dear life!
I first read The Lord of the Rings when I was eleven. I confess, I was an addle-pated fangirl and most of the rich lessons went way over my head. I watched the films again a couple years ago and realized, to my horror, how much I had missed as a kid. Suffice it to say that, at the end of The Return of the King, I burst into tears–and I had never cried for these movies before. EVER. But I had put away childish things and was more in tune with the bittersweetness of Frodo’s journey.
And what, pray tell, am I watching? Hee-hee. This week I get to watch His Awesomeness–er, Luke–tell his sister that she is his sister…
…and then try to appeal to his father’s sense of justice (a not-so-great idea when your father is You-Know-Who).
And in case you’re wondering…my sister Anna didn’t watch these movies back in February when the rest of us did and was regretting it–THEREFORE we HAD to change that sad state of affairs. So this evening we will sit down clutching pillows (I don’t know why, we just channel movie-stress that way), enjoy the epic-ness, have great discussions on the Christian elements, and roll our eyes at all the Force-pulpit-thumping. (I really need to just do a movie review and explain my thoughts on that…I WILL do it. Soon.)
And after all these deep discussions, THEN we all argue over whether or not Luke is better than Han. (He is!)
What am I listening to? The main theme of Somewhere in Time (which I have never seen, FYI, I just like the theme). Also the Emma soundtrack. Speaking of which, I had one other great triumph this weekend: T.J. and Emily finished watching Emma and declared their love for it and Mr. Knightley in no uncertain terms! Better yet–T.J. is even considering reading the book himself! My assurance that “real men read Austen” is having a positive affect on him
And in other news…
…Goats4Perry say “Hello!” They’re usually so hard to photograph because they refuse to look at me precisely when I want them to. Maggie and Liesel were gracious enough to stay in one place long enough for me to get some reasonably good pictures.
All in all, a lovely weekend and a lovely week to come, no doubt.