While Anne was up to her elbows in buttercream and bakery boxes, I spent the weekend knee deep in sunshine and soil. The more I get to know myself, the more I realize this is really what my heart reaches after - sun drenched evenings, gilded but brisk. A whiff of summer on the breeze. Dirt under my fingernails, reminders of the day's labors all around. Sometimes Nate asks me about my dream house and all I really care about anymore is the land, lots of it and flat - room to play and grow. (And inside? A big, long sturdy table. Room enough for twelve, and made of wood so weathered that the ding of a stray fork or scrape of a slipped knife would just blend into the history that's already there.)
People talk about kids needing to get outside - how it's good for them to run around and get dirty. And it is! But it's good for grown ups, too. I don't think we ever outgrow that need for fresh air and room to run. There is so much energy outside. So much wonder.
The other day I was perusing one of my favorite stores in a little town just south of here. It's pretty much floor to ceiling trinkets and baubles, but there are a few worthwhile things - some pretty scarves and useful kitchen accessories. I'm not much for trinkets, but there was one thing in the store that I couldn't leave without: a tiny printed card. I loved the message too much...
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
- Kahlil Gibran
- Kahlil Gibran
Saturday I let my feet feel the earth. And the wind played with my hair. And the sunshine danced on my face. And in a long line of good, busy, to-do filled days, Saturday stands out - simple and splendid.