It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I carry you in my heart...
And here are my two little "zombies" drinking hot chocolate in the morning. Not quite awake yet...
Then, we let them start their own hard rock mining project.
Hey, it's free labor. They wanted to do it. Really!
They got to pan some concentrates and actually found some gold. What excitement. Papa gave them their own little container for THEIR gold. We want them to carry on the tradition. This is why it's called "Gold Fever". We are starting them young. Future gold hunter's in training.
The other benefit was a ride in Papa's wagon attached to the "three wheeler". Papa took them up, up, up into the hills on a dirt road and down to the main road and back up again.
I told them it was better than Disneyland because it was free and you didn't have to stand in line. "Better than Disneyland" might have been a stretch, but they loved the ride.
So, later, we cleaned them up before bed.
Little Bean was still in the bath getting scrubbed by his mom. He fell asleep shortly after the bath.
The black smudge on the Bean's face is from his Saturday morning baseball game. He didn't want to wash it off so we washed around it on both cheeks. I thought they only did that on football players, but what do I know.
They're gone now. I miss them. Why are the Prospector and I so tired?
They were saying that they couldn't make it up here again next weekend, on Mother's Day.
I said... it's OK. This was the best Mother's Day they could have given me.
Oh, there was one other time. It was May 12, 1968. I brought our first child home from the hospital on Mother's Day. That was a day to remember and the first Mother's day for me.
So, I will enjoy Mother's Day with my memories of this weekend. It was a great weekend and I was reminded of an old poem that e.e.cummings wrote. It was about one person, but I like to spread it further, to my whole family. It's a long poem but the ending goes;
"...here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart [s]
(i carry it [them] in my heart)"
(Oh... and my daughter in law and I snuck away from the guys for a few hours and drove into Sutter Creek and went SHOPPING. Girls gotta have their fun too. )