Thursday, July 30, 2015

Of Watermelon and Mark Twain

Good afternoon!  While the garden is baking to perfection outside today (and I'm wondering if I might just harvest pre-steamed vegetables tomorrow morning), I thought I'd share a fun moment from earlier this month, when Jay harvested his first watermelon.


Jay is in the habit of commandeering the largest plants in the garden and annexing them into an assorted collection called "his" garden.  As long as he helps me take care of them, I'm fine with that.
I have even caught him going out to tell the plants he loves them and he's proud of them.

And so he can be, because his first watermelon had to be cut in half for us to weigh it.


It weighed in at 14 pounds.

Weighing our produce is a big deal to the boys, and besides having the practical benefit of letting me chart how much yield I get from each cultivar and when, it is also great math practice for the young apprentices.
It helps to have practical reasons WHY to learn something so that you have an incentive to do so!


That, and it's fun.  When was the last time you held a 7lb serving of watermelon?
And snarfed it in the backyard?
And spit seeds to heart's content?


Which brings to mind Mark Twain's quip that, whatever it was, the Forbidden Fruit of Eden was assuredly NOT a ripe Southern watermelon.  When asked how he knew, he answered,
"We know because they repented."

With that I leave you, as Jay is investigating the fascinations of an even feed walking foot and Robin asks help engineering an airplane.
Fun times await around here always!

Choose a marvelous day,
--Kathryn


PS--(I'll be posting a series of my harvest logs and charts for free download next week, so stay tuned!)

Friday, July 17, 2015

Family Portrait Palette

Family portraits, alas, have not happened for us.  And I mean formally ever.  We did not even have a photographer at our wedding.  There has always been something that came up, and although every Christmas DH and I commit to getting a family portrait done "soon", it just has not happened.

We have photos, of course, and some great ones at that.  We are candid folks and let's face it--when you have preschoolers who are a combo of camera-shy and goofy, you just go with it.

But like so many other times, I may be coming round to a change of heart thanks to Jennie.  She has been diligent about family history work, including preserving the Now.  Her question about what color scheme we would choose for a family photo struck home for me this week.

So I'll start off with this:


Thinking about this, I went through my old photos from when Robin was a tiny, colicky baby.  I felt I was losing hold of my identity at the time and needed to realign.  I needed to smile.  I'm so glad I did, because those tired months have turned to trying, testing and terrific years.  Our family photo seems to start at that turning point for me.



So it comes down to what we'll plan once I do finally and actually call (as I will this time) to schedule an afternoon or morning with a talented photographer from our congregation.  And, seeing as how I am not particularly good at accessorizing outfits or (heaven forbid) getting Robin and Jay to match...


The answer is love.  We'll wear the clothes we love.  The smiles and laughter we love and maybe even some of the dirt we love.  But as long as we can finally get a picture with all of us together that captures THAT crucial element--
frankly, I don't mind so much what colors we're wearing.

A good photo can always go black-and-white, anyway.

Resolved,
--Kathryn