Summer Series – Day One
Today I’d like you to help me welcome Shannan from Flower Patch Farmgirl. I’ve got to be honest with you, I adore Shannan’s blog, her sweet little kids and their antics, and her heart. She has a beautiful spirit and lavishly gives her love away. I am blessed every single time I read her blog. When my blog grows up, it wants to be just like hers.
Right now, as we speak, there’s a little box of raspberries in my fridge. I absolutely adore raspberries. It always feels so decadent and splurgey to buy them, and right now, at $2 a box, there’s really no reason not to.
The problem is, I love them so much that I don’t want to squander them.
I like knowing that they’re in my fridge and as soon as I eat them, they’ll be gone.
So what do I do?
I look at them every time I pull out the milk or the lame old grapes and I smile just a little. Until one day, I’ll notice that they look a little mushy. They looked so good when I brought them home! Wait – when was that? I’ll do the math in my head. I’ll realize I’ve waited too long and then I’ll force the best ones down and pitch the rest.
Trust me, I know. I’ve been down this road before.
So, it seems I have a habit of idealizing a good thing. I want it to be perfect, that good thing.
(Idea courtesy of Meg Duerksen at Whatever, but you already knew that.)
I made this list months ago and it seemed a bit optimistic. Maybe just a touch overzealous.
I almost kept a few things off because I didn’t want them on the list if it wasn’t really going to follow through. I wanted my pretty list to be perfect and then I wanted to carry it out perfectly.
In the end, my saner self shoved my crazy self aside and I listed up with abandon.
We have four weeks of Summer left and we never did make it to the Silverhawks game, but we found a few new (old) parks that were pretty rad.
The strawberries didn’t grow this year, so we didn’t make jam. But we did pick buckets of berries and package them up for some of our favorite people.
We made it to the beach once, but it wasn’t Silver.
The Chief was just as good in our underwear as it would have been in our jammies.
We have yet to paper mache, decoupage or craft robots from cans, but we have taken a whole lot of bike rides.
And who the heck knows how many books we’ve read, because I’m not writing them down this summer.
(photo via my honey)
Of course, there’s still time. Maybe we’ll make it to the Drive-In yet, but if not, our Winnie the Pooh matinée will suffice.
Summer is for dreaming. Big dreaming.
But it’s also for plucking up every single day and LIVING.
I’ll keep checking things off and mentally adding new things on but I’ll also wind back over and over and chuck the list.
Also? I’ll eat the raspberries, because they won’t be on sale forever.
Shannan Martin is an ordinary girl who searches for and finds beauty in the everyday. She’s the wife of a man who thinks all of her jokes are funny and who regularly indulges her late-night, thinking-out-loud ponderings. They have three funny babies, Calvin, Ruby and Silas, who came to them across rivers and oceans. Together, they are embarking on a fresh adventure and are confident that God will meet them there.
Shannan, thank you for joining us and reminding us to enjoy our days, eat the raspberries, and have a little summer fun. I didn’t pick any strawberries this year, mostly because of last year’s mishap (for the love of strawberries), but I’m going out right now to buy some raspberries! 🙂
I’m over at An Army of Ermas today sharing some fun in the kitchen and giving you all a simple recipe that I created myself. Yes, go ahead and be scared.