It seems like I just wrote my last blog about work plans for last weeknd and a new week already is upon me.
This past weekend we prepared for our children’s week at camp. All three went to Camp K.A.C.E. The camp ( which stands for Kids Against Cancer Everywhere) near Detroit Lakes is for children with cancer. Their siblings also are invited so Ellen’s brothers went with her. All three were excited about attending their second year of the camp which features activities such as swimming, fishing and sports.
My husband, Brian, and I are excited for them, but we know we’ll miss them. Our house is much too quiet when our children are gone. I guess it’s a preview of things to come when they fly the nest. I’m glad that won’t happen for several more years.
I love seeing our children grow and change and find that each new stage of their lives is fun and exciting to be a part of. Maybe in 12 years when Ellen graduates from high school we’ll be ready for a quieter lifestyle, but for now Brian and I enjoying some of the best days of our lives.
The 80s tune from Loverboy talks about "everybody workin’ for the weekend." At our house the more accurate lyrics, especially this time of year is "everybody’s working on the weekend."
Because both my husband and I work full-time in Grand Forks, our weekends during the spring, summer and fall usually are spent trying to catch up on yard and garden work that we didn’t have time for during the week. We hoe, mow, till, pull weeds, paint or do any other chores that need to get done. From June to October we’re also picking produce and sometimes preserving it by canning.
Our children, ages 13, 10 and 7, pitch in to help, too. We’re all pretty grubby and tired by the end of the day, but we have a good feeling of accomplishment. Being tired from hard, physical work is a much better kind of fatigue than the kind I sometimes feel after a frustrating day at the office. Being outdoors is a great stress reliever and helps keep me in physical shape, so I’m grateful that we live on a farm where I have an opportunity to get some dirt under my finger nails and work up some sore muscles.
This weekend is Larimore, N.D.’s, annual summer celebration. Traditionally held during the third week in July, Larimore Days events include a parade, 5-K and 10-K races, children’s games and food vendors.
My husband, sons and brother will run in the races; Brian plans to be in the 10-K and Brendan and Thomas will run in the 10-K relay. Brendan, 13, will run the relay with a friend and Thomas, 10, will run with my older brother, Terry. The race is at 7 a.m. and I plan to still be sleeping. My 7 year year old daughter, Ellen, also will likely still be tucked under her covers. For now, Ellen, like me, is leaving the running to the men in the family.
Later tomorrow morning our family will watch the parade and then the children will check out the kids’ events and hang out with their friends until lunch. We’ll have plenty of food venders to choose from and I’m looking forward to checking out the variety.
Besides eating, I also look forward to visiting with people. I usually run into some old friends during Larimore Days and it’s fun catching up on their lives.
The forecast looks good for most of the day tomorrow. There’s a chance of rain late in the day, but by that time I’ll be tired and ready to head home and spend some time in our cool, quiet house.
Time has flown since I last wrote a blog. During those past couple of weeks the weather has taken a big turn for the better. The sunny, warm days have dried up many of the ponds in the fields, and our garden and farmers’ crops are growing like crazy.
This past week we picked black raspberries and lettuce. Over the weekend, our beans and peas should be ready. I’m sure there will be more raspberries, too. I’d love to make some black raspberry jelly, but I don’t know if I will be able to gather enough. It’s not that the raspberries are not prolific. Rather, it’s because my children love them so much it’s hard to keep enough on hand for a batch of jelly. It seems selfish to tell them they can’t eat the fresh fruit they love so much. Their favorite way of eating raspberries is to pick them off the bush and pop them in their mouths.
Maggie, our yellow Lab, also likes to eat raspberries. We have to keep her in the house while we’re picking or she would strip the bushes before we get the berries picked.
This is my favorite time of summer; the grass has slowed down its growth a bit, the garden is producing wonderful fruits and vegies and the start of school is still several weeks away. Now if the mosquitoes would become a litle less fierce, farm life would be near-perfect.