This time last year, James and I had left behind our home in Ruston, and were up to our necks in the remodel of this house. Months of hammering, painting, and moving in rolled by without me realizing that we were missing our seasonal milestones- those events in our lives that subconsciously give each of us our bearings on the calendar.
We all have them, landmarks of the year. Football games. Family gatherings. Religious observances. Events that lead us through time like blue marks on a hiking trail.
For us, one such event just happens to be squash. We stalk the garden for the first slender sighting and rush out to buy a box of seasoned fish fry and bottle of canola oil. Then it's time to get out the Fry Daddy, bought and used for this purpose only. Beer is pushed to the back of the fridge to get really cold, while constantly checking on the squash's progress until the day arrives and it is time to mark the beginning of summer.
This year, as we passed our one year anniversary here at Pine Cone Lane, I noticed my soul slowly being restored, the wobbly needle of my inner compass slowly settling down. January's pruning and transplanting tasks, February's daffodils, March's azaleas, Easter's draped cross and egg hunt, May's day lilies, and finally June's fried squash and cold beer have brought me back to a season and time I recognize. Comforting familiarity!
Until tomorrow,
Shelli
Every day a thread makes a skein in the year.
~Dutch Proverb
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