The clouds are finally covering today after a week of glorious, golden sunshine and super blue skies. We finally harvested our prize pumpkin and all the tomatoes. I didn't have the heart to chop down the plants when they were so strong, and many had new growth. I'll be curious to see how long they last. I'm so grateful for the garden this year. I marvel at the growth happening right before my eyes. Even though I know most of the plants are done, I'm still pruning; still snipping off the dead in hope that more life could come to fruition. Such a metaphor...
Donovan was a saucy pill this morning and ended up having to do a lot of chores right beside David and I. I wonder about his strong sense of independence... I want to encourage it in the best way, but I can't allow him to be so rude and unkind. I recall my own childhood and my reluctance to do chores... ah, yes.
We're reading Prince Caspian right now and we love it. "Soup and celery" says Trumpkin. Or, "Bilge and beanstalks" and "Lobsters and lollipops!" The boys love quoting him. We go to Lethbridge tomorrow and I hope it becomes a time for us to bond as a family. It's a long time in the car, but there's a pool at the end of the tunnel. I hope we keep ourselves in good health and spirits.
Adbusters came today. There are many things I am not ready to print for others eyes. I think if I started, I could cry for a while... The weight of the world is heavy with sorrow.
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