Houseboating Together Again…

Houseboat vacationing means a lot of family and wet towels in one place…

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It also means gourmet meals shared in the making and the partaking. 

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It means a little swimming in the rain and a lot of hot-tubbing, 

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cuddles and cat naps.

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It means a little hiking and a lot of stone throwing on the beach.

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A first birthday,

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a first fish,

 

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and first some-mores on the beach.

 

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It even means a little shopping on the water!

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It means being together, all together for an end-of-summer’s vacation again after 10 years of growing up and multiplying, sandwiched between the first-born’s leaving home and the last-born’s flying away.

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It means celebrating a slice of shared life before parting ways again,  till next time…

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Sweet rememberings of our last houseboat vacation, when we were younger, and fewer in number…

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–LS

And you shall bless the LORD your God for the good land He has given you…Deut.8:10

To Water or to Dig…

I went strolling out for my morning garden tour with no particular mission in mind.  But when I got to the potato patch I wondered… shall I water these sad looking plants–some yellowing, some clearly dead, others chipper and green and trying to thrive despite their want of regular watering–or shall I dig…

Bracing myself for disappointment I grabbed a hand rake and scritched at the surface of some of the withered lifeless vines…when what should appear but a lovely dusty potato!!! YIPEE!

I scritched and scratched some more, and more potatoes–whites ones and red ones, even one JUMBO one (there’s always one fellow that taps into the water just right and busts his buttons outgrowing the rest).  And soon I was hunting down the pitchfork and digging deeper to turn up buried treasure.

Wonderful hot sweaty work it was in the morning sun.  But I turned about a square yard of that bed and I have potatoes for many potato salads to come!

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The moral of the story is, don’t judge a garden or a life by its surface.  Fruit may not be visible but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.  Dig a little.  Get to know what’s beneath the surface of that foliage, that face, that lifestyle….You may be in  for a surprise! 

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In other news this week…

  • We watched rampaging Redcoats (aka the RCMP Musical Ride)

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  • motored across the lake for a swim…

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  • beheld my Japanese Anemone in bloom  (I love it!  Thanks Nola!)

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  • Walked the neighborhood admiring neighbor’s dahlias

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  • and documented the wonder of being together…

for just a little longer…P1110828

while this bedazzlingly warm and dry summer fleets sweetly away…but not without notice!

–LS

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…” Eccl. 3:1