"The day is done and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night
As a feather is wafted downward
Like an eagle in his flight. . ."
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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As the days of October steadily rise and fall and my little first-born son somehow celebrated his 13th birthday a few days ago, I look back on this year and realize how fast it went. This blog, begun with the best of intentions for regular posts, sat unwritten in for most of the summer. It was a busy time of year, May til October, and I had to use the time I had available to me in different ways. I do not regret it at all, but thought I would like to devote at least one entry to looking back at the summer and some of the things my children did, as they accomplished, grew, had fun and simply enjoyed their childhood.
The beginning of summer is known to us as "Baseball Season" and this year was no exception. This year Judah and Malachi played for teams in a neighboring town and almost every day of the week I was at the fields, either for a game or for practices. As the littlest three made friends and brought backpacks of snacks and toys to share among them I sat in the bleachers and watched my boys play baseball.
I love this time of year so much. I love the hot afternoons fading into cool evenings; I love the boys climbing into the van after a game, sweaty and covered with dirt; I love talking over the whole game with them on our way to the nearest fast-food place still open, to get a cheeseburger and head home through the dark country under a night sky filled with stars. I loved hating the umpires with them, reliving the moments of brilliant plays, and discussing how different tactics could have turned the tide of a lost game. In the back seat, the littles would be asleep already, dirty stuffies clutched in dirty hands, worn out from another long night of play and excitement.
Baseball season wound down in July and the boys had their last game mid-month, right before heading off to Illinois to visit their grandparents. In July we spent many hot, intensely sunny days at the lake, joining a bunch of other parents and kids at the beach. While the big boys swam out as far as the boundaries, the little ones stayed closer to the shore, wading and building sand castles and finding feathers, rocks and sticks and bringing them to me to keep safe. I think my purse still has sand in it from those summer adventures!
Little Anne turned 7 and we went to the zoo to celebrate her birthday. It was a cool day after many weeks of extreme heat and we had a fun time seeing the exhibits and the beautiful flowers.
In August school began again and little Benjamin joined Anne and Malachi at the elementary school and Judah and David began 6th grade (middle school!) After a rocky first day, Benjamin quickly adjusted well to his new routine and it is such a joyful thing for me to hear him tell me all about his day when he gets off the bus. I recently picked him up from school and as his class walked down the hall, passing us, the chorus of little voices saying "Bye, Ben!" and flutter of little hands waving gladdened my heart. Benjamin turned to me with his big dimpled smile and said "Mommy, those are my friends!"
September was a golden and green month, transitioning into the gold and blue of October. We spent much of it outdoors, as the weather has been very dry and there isn't any rain to keep us inside. The boys showed their 4-H projects at the county fair and we all spent a long day riding all the rides and seeing all there was to see. At the time, Rose and I were recovering from a long, inexplicable illness but we thankfully were well enough to enjoy the fair!
Judah turned 12 in September and we went to see the Cincinnati Reds play at the stadium in the big city. It was my first time going to a major league baseball game and I wasn't sure what to expect. I surprised myself by loving it, although, of course, it wasn't quite as exciting as seeing my own boys play earlier in the year!
Rose and I have spent many days outside walking trails or exploring the creek. There is always something new to see. This year she has found quite a collection of acorns and we have made many acorn babies - big acorn babies with acorns for heads, and with wire bodies and cloth dresses, and tiny newborn acorn babies made from the smallest-of-all acorns, swaddled in a bit of white cotton and wrapped in string.
So the year turns.
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". . .oh blessed are we
The leaves of the Oaken King
Fade away, fade away
From the seeds that will come in Spring
Oh blessed are we."
~ Damh the Bard
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