We got some rain finally, yesterday evening. It has been such a dry spring. Of course, it didn't rain for weeks and then decided to get serious about raining when we decided to BBQ. Dad and Justin managed to cook wonderful meat despite the rain. We had a nice, cozy evening afterward, playing games, moving a large piece of furniture from the basement to the garage, and talking wisely. Or talking at least. I was thinking it was all so cozy, and Orianna pipes up on the way home and says she doesn't like the look of outside. And then asks "What it is like to die?" Well there went my cozy rainy evening. I told Orianna about my Grandmother dying and turning to the window and saying what a beautiful morning it was right before she died. (It was not a beautiful morning.) And how several people have mentioned bright lights or other reassuring things right before they die. Death did not come up on them as something horrible, but as something new and yet, expected. She was content with that explanation and went off to bed. Suddenly the rain was reminding me of all the sadness in the world. Instead of cozy, it felt oppressive.
This morning, the sunshine is brilliant, my first iris opened, and I have great plans of folding laundry and sorting things out.
Light is so reassuring.
And now for some pictures of evening light.
Last Thursday, Owen called us while we were eating supper and invited us up to a bonfire that evening. It was lovely. A perfectly gorgeous (cold) evening.
(And this was the evening I had my camera on the wrong setting. In case you where wondering about the odd lighting.)
Tori and Abilene
Gilbert stuffing marshmallows in his face. He was a sticky-faced disaster.
Owen instructing the girls in the use of tow straps
Hitching up Orianna
And down the driveway they go
The leaves were so gorgeous.
And the view is nice too.
Owen told the girls he knew it was hard, but he was doing at least 50% of the work because he was coaching. They scoffed.
Meanwhile, the kids complacently enjoyed themselves.
Ashley and her new baby
The girls double teamed pulling
Hoyt and Elsie talking to Wendy and Winkles
Then Owen gave the girls a dollar each to tow him down the lane again. Child labor.
Hoyt is pulling the wagon handle, Gilbert is pushing the wagon, and Elsie is pushing Gilbert. Or at least putting her hand gently on Gilbert's back.
Hoyt fell into the hay field and laid there exhausted for a minute.
Putting their back into it
On the home stretch
Then Owen had to pull all the kids
Ashley watching her crazy husband
Sweetest little Abilene
Running through the alfalfa
Hoyt pulling the wagon
Aunt Tori and Gilbert
Hoyt following Gilbert through the alfalfa
Foothills of the Adirondacks
Shades of green
Orianna leading the kids back from the field.
The lilacs are fading
Owen and his girl
Elsie was carrying Kermit around for a few days. He was Froggy.
And then the sun set and we went home.