People in northern climates historically spent long, cold and harsh winters holed up in their homes with no one to talk to but themselves. It was a life of solitude where self-sufficiency was a benefit. They had no choice but to get used to large amounts of silence.
We may not be perfect; we may disagree about politics and other issues, but I feel lucky to live in a place where we are free to disagree. I salute our flag, sing America the Beautiful loud and proud (albeit off-key) and at the end of the day go to bed thankful that I know the reality of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
When they grow up and gain independence the angst is still there, but it doesn't hinge on your actions; it hinges on theirs and that loss of control can be even more terrifying than parenthood itself.
<. The wind blew steadily — stronger than usual — cooling the warm summer air, causing waves and even a few whitecaps on the lake.
Sauces are an essential element of nearly every cuisine worldwide — from chimichurri in Argentina to sriracha in Thailand and everywhere in between. The world would be lost without sauce.
I pull the dandelions out of the garden, without consciousness or appreciation of their sunny yellow dispositions. They are weeds, after all. Gardeners think nothing of pulling weeds in order to make room for the non-weedy, desirable plants. But who decides which is which? It's in the eye of the beholder. That, and location, location, location. Weeds are simply plants growing where they aren't wanted. They are nature's way of healing the bare earth. Mother Nature doesn't like to be naked. Often plants deemed as weeds are invasive — spreading faster than they can be eradicated.
A friend mentioned it was her wedding anniversary. She was in a celebratory mood, and rightly so. I asked her the date, because I wasn't sure, and when she told me I realized it was an anniversary for me as well. Except mine was a sorrowful milestone. I felt a cloud descend and a pit grow in my stomach. I'd forgotten, or at the least failed to remember. Guilt crept in like a spider, weaving its web in an ever-tightening snare.
With spring comes gardening and gardening comes with a cost — to my poor bare hands. Simply put, gardening involves dirt and dirt is, well, dirty. It gets under your fingernails and sneaks into crooks and crevices you didn't even know existed. I scrub with a toothbrush (not the one I use for my teeth) to remove any residual remnants of lingering soil.
Mothers are embarrassing, especially to a 13-year-old, especially in public. They can be exasperating, especially when they won't let you stay out late or demand that you take one more bite of your broccoli. They are entirely overbearing and exceedingly oppressive and essentially erroneous in their belief that they know more than you do. They also demonstrate an everlasting love and devotion that endures far past their time with us here on earth. A mother's love is eternal. Thank goodness.
I have trust issues with other cars, or more specifically the drivers of those cars. You can't count on them to see you or follow the rules of the road. Many are looking at phones. Everyone knows you shouldn't text and drive but I see it all the time. Hence my caution and predisposition to brake first and ask question later.