I’m home again. I have been for a week now and it’s been a full one.
I’m home. Picking blackberries, freezing sweet corn, biking down country roads, picking wildflowers and drinking tall glasses of cold mountain spring water.
I’m back with my family. All 24 of them. You can read the story of how my family grew by three overnight at my sister-in-law’s blog here. It’s exciting and a bit scary that I now unofficially have nine nieces and nephews but I absolutely love every one of them.
I’m back at work, putting lids on hundreds of jars of pickled garlic and labeling case after case of Jam with only an occasional dash out the door to pick a handful of blackberries. Did I mention that blackberries are like my most favorite thing ever? I also pulled an enormous amount of weeds out of the flower beds in front of The Relish Barn. “What makes you think you can do that on company time?” Bert asked, sticking his head out the door.
“No one wants to buy relish from a place that looks like this,” I answered.
“You have a point but the thing is, none of our customers actually come here.”
“You have a point,” I said. But I kept on pulling weeds.
I’m back at my little church, singing hymns and praying with the people who love me as much as I love them. And all the little kids club kids who hug me three times or so and tell me that they missed me. I missed them too.
And this week I’m getting ready for school. I’m excited about being a teacher again and I’m ready to have all my students back again.
But Saturday my friend is getting married.
Next week is teacher’s week at Faith Builders.
And then there’s Literature Camp the next weekend.
But for now, I’m sitting on my rooftop, watching the moon and listening to the crickets.
It’s a beautiful night.