the house is quiet,
it’s 93 year old floorboards no longer echoing
the chatter of eight people or the clatter of sixteen feet.
only the sound of the dishwasher swooshing, the washer spinning,
and the dryer flipping and tossing it’s load of sheets and towels.
the man of the house has gone to work.
the frig is empty.
my camera is bursting with images of good family times.
the fingerprints and nose smudges have been wiped from the french doors.
the floor will be cleaned of it’s dirt and grime,
thanks to a vacuum, mop, and Mrs Meyers lemon verbena.
There was a day when the past 4 days would have caused some stress…
you know, that season where the nest is empty and for the first time
my house would stay picked up and clean for more than a day.
But where I find myself now, I actually find joy in an occasional messy nest…
spilled juice, sand on my floors, a dirty well used kitchen, shoes and toys
replacing pretty things that don’t really matter, noise, crushed plants,
gravel strewn out of it’s place in the drive onto sidewalks, chaos…
because that means relationships… family… love… laughter… life lived fully.
such joy to see a nephew and his wife, parent their four kids well… finding that delicate balance of discipline and fun… letting kids be kids, not overprotecting, teaching them respect for people and things, right from wrong, and why.
i have learned some things these past few days…
i need to have some plastic plates, bowls, and a sippy cup or two,
but paper animal plates will do.
a wagon would be nice to cart home
all the treasures little boys find on nature walks.
pancakes two mornings in a row isn’t such a bad thing.
there’s the dryer beeping…
more photos tomorrow…