Fun in the Sun

This spring I couldn’t wait to bust out of house, pack away the winter gear and get into the garden with the kids, some shovels and packets of seeds. The air was warming and the earth was thawing, the smell of it filled me so much joy and and anticipation for summer; long lazy days with picnics and swimming in the river. Of course as a hopeless romantic I imagined working in the garden along side happy, helpful children. I imagined afternoon naps on blankets under the trees, I imagined endless time and boundless energy as I accomplished renovations, gardening, adventuring, housekeeping, photographing, (blog writing), bread baking… etc.. etc…  For some reason, my rational mind always get clouded with optimism!

Days quickly get filled with the tasks of normal day to day life. Once the garden was planted and under way, I had a neglected house to tend to, children who needed to be fed, groceries that needed picking up, a business that needed attention. Hot afternoons were spent indoors with face paint and popsicles. Camping plans were replaced with beach visits and frequent river swims. Renovations were replaced with freshly painted walls. Wild family adventures were replaced by sweet, sticky visits to Pom Pom, the ice cream hut. Our summer has been full, and we’re left with smiles on our faces and sun kissed skin. And I can’t help but laugh, thinking about those renovation plans and the wallpaper I painted over.