Sunday, June 27, 2010

Lengthy Ramblings on a Saturday in my Wonderful Life

Disclaimer:  Dear Dad (and anyone else opposed to verbosity and an over-abundance of detail), before you begin reading, please know that this post is anything but succinct.  Nor is it particularly exciting.  You will probably need to skim.  Carry on.

(Also, tonight is actually Sunday night, but I wrote this post last night, I just couldn’t post it because Brett was watching the US get beat by Ghana.)

Today was a wonderful day.  Saturdays often are, but since it was sunny it had the added delight of feeling like the first Saturday of summer. 

Brett wanted to hike Gantrisch – the mountain we can see from our window.  So he and Jethro got up and headed out bright and early.  Talmage was up, as he usually is early in the morning, and when they went out the door without him he cried like his poor little heart was broken.  He came and got in my bed by me for a minute and cried while I kissed him, but he quickly got out and when he came back he was holding a book.  He cried until he climbed in beside me, settled his head into the crook of my arm and I held up the book to begin reading.  I love him.  He loves being read to.  He probably brings me a book to read at least 4 times a day.

After we’d read a few books (he went and got a new one after each that we finished and snuggled right back into his spot), Ethne woke up and came in.  That was unusual as she’s almost always the last one up, but Hazel had had her sleepover the night before and was catching up.

We made our way to the table after a while and Ethne convinced me to let her have cereal instead of the pancakes Brett had made.  Brett makes pancakes pretty much every Saturday morning, and while I think it’s wonderful of him to do it, I don’t much care for pancakes and would prefer to eat cereal every morning.  So we ate cereal, and Talmage as usual had his second breakfast of the day with us.

After Hazel woke up and ate, I decided we should not squander such a lovely day, so we took the stroller out and started walking.  We went past the farm and the fields.  It was an absolutely beautiful morning.  The sky was a dazzling blue, the field were green and vibrant (as they very well should be after the weeks and weeks of rain).  The sun was warm on our heads but there was a tickle of a cool breeze and it smelled deliciously of drying hay.

Pretty soon though, Hazel wanted to turn around and go home so she could watch a show (we had just discovered a neat show called Liberty’s Kids the day before), and I remonstrated her strongly about wishing to waste such a brilliant morning.  She came around to my way of thinking and didn’t say anything more about the show the rest of the walk.  :)

We crossed the train tracks and followed a road past some more farms.  At one, there were swarms of people picking strawberries in a field.  I of course instantly wished I had brought my wallet.

We kept walking until we came to a little dirt road where we ditched the stroller and followed it up.  It went through some trees, which was good because it was uphill for aways and we were getting hot.  We found raspberry bushes that we can come back and pick from later in the year, and a broken blue bird’s egg on the ground which I always think is good luck.  At the end of the road was a nice little spot with the remains of a campfire.  We rested there for a while, and we saw a deer run through the trees.

On our walk Hazel and I had interesting conversations, such as where we were going to live after we move back to the States.  I asked her where she is going to live when she grows up and she said in Utah.  I said, “But what if your husband doesn’t want to live in Utah.  What if he’s from California or some other place and wants to live there.”  And she said, “Well, we’ll just have to take a little talk about where we want to live.”

We talked about how now that she’s six there are only two more years until she gets baptized and then she continued saying, “And then the next year I’ll be 9,” and so on.  When she got to 11 she said, “And then I’ll pretty much be grown up.”

After our rest we went back down the dirt road past the strawberry field again, and Hazel was saying her mouth was dry, and I was looking at the buckets and boxes of strawberries people carried with more than a little jealousy mouthwatering.

After we had passed it, I decided to turn around and ask the sellers what time they closed.  Luckily they spoke English (you see the reason for my lack of motivation to learn German?).  She kindly advised that we come back on Monday morning because it had been picked over pretty well that day.  I thanked her, assured her I would be back bright and early on Monday, and turned to go.  We had gone a few steps when she came up and gave us a little basket with 7 or 8 strawberries in it.  It was soo nice!  Maybe she had seen the intense longing in our eyes.  :)  We each slurped down a strawberry immediately and let me tell you, they were DIVINE.  I have a memory from when I was really little of eating a small red strawberry from a neighbor’s patch and it being the sweetest, tastiest strawberry I had ever had.  All my life after that whenever I had fresh-picked or picked my own strawberries I hoped for the same taste, but was always let down.  But these strawberries were it.  They were as different from strawberries bought in the store as canned pineapple is from fresh.  They were melt-in-your-mouth soft and juicy and sweet and tasted like little bursts of sunshine dancing on sparkling blue water.  (I’m thinking I should be a food poet, aren’t you?)  Just trust me, they were good.

We got home and had some lunch and then Brett and Jethro got home.  They had made it to the top, had a good time, and the pictures on the camera were gorgeous.  DSCF5510 DSCF5519 DSCF5522 DSCF5527 DSCF5528 DSCF5541

After that Jethro and Brett were rooting around for food, so I pulled out the crackers, Gala cheese, and tomatoes I had bought at the store earlier in the week.  See, at Jethro’s Kid Restaurant they served us crackers with a cheesy spread and sliced cucumbers or tomatoes on the for our appetizer, and they were great, so I peeked at what kind of cheese it was.  Gala looks just like cream cheese and has the same consistency but has a fantastic tang to it.  So we sat and made ourselves rye crackers with cheese and tomato slices until the cheese was all gone.  It was grand.

Then Talmage had a nap and we let the kids watch a show after they cleaned the table/vacuumed, and Brett and I had a little rest after which I studied my lesson to teach the next day.

Later the kids played outside for a while (and got in a fight and whined when I had them all go back and put the cover back on the sandbox), Brett went to the grocery store for a few things and I made banana bread.  I called Brett while he was at the store and told him to get eggs and he still came home without them.  He said, “I swear something is wrong with my brain.)

When Brett got home and Talmage woke up we asked the kids if they wanted to go swimming.  Of course they all did, but I think Talmage was the most excited.  After his little swim in the neighbor’s kiddie pool the other day he knew what was going on, and after he had his swimming suit on he kept trying to pull us to the door.

Bern has a free swimming area with a few different pool right by the Aare.  It was quite crowded but the kids had a super time, and since it’s free we didn’t have to feel bad only staying for an hour or so.

DSCF5549 DSCF5554 DSCF5561 As we were walking back to the van we passed a door that said ‘Women Only’ or something like that, and Brett thought that it must be an area where women can go in and lay out naked to get a full-body tan.  He made me go look to see if he was right.  He was.  We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. 

Then we came home, had some grilled cheese sandwiches dipped in chocolate milk, and now Brett is watching the World Cup soccer game. 

I have a beautiful life, and I am so grateful for it.


nicole said...

What a beautiful, thoughtful picture of Jethro! I'm sure you're so glad to have it.

And wow, such a beautiful landscape. I like to read your blog and pretend I live there too.

Ginger said...

So you didn't stop in a get a tan? Geez.

Oh, and I don't really care for pancakes either. Loren makes them too for our family quite regularly, and I don't eat them. I think that it's the maple syrup that I hate the most. But you can't have pancakes plain!

Tracy said...

Everything sounds divine on your beautiful Saturday-- like a true vacation.

Lynn said...

Well, I for one LOVED the details of this post. Felt like I was right there beside you. You truly live the glorious life!

Christal said...

What a breath of fresh air this post is i kind of found myself a little jeoulous about where you live! Love the discription of your day and yes you should totally be a food poet!! THat was awesome!

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