Today is the kind of day where you don’t have the time or energy for deep thoughts… I think it was just a "being" day….being slower and simple. I loved being alone painting the trim around the outside of the back door listening to the birds and watching my 3yo dart around the yard looking for the "owl"…(Mourning Dove) This little boy then donned eye protection and found an old hammer and was busy finding buried treasure hidden in the middle of rocks…he kept busy with that for a long time!
We have an older home that needs a lot of fix-up work. I always feel like I am finding buried treasure when we discover the colors that were there before. We wonder what the people were like that lived here and if they too had a lot of love in their home. THAT is my idea of romance. Another romantic notion wafting about comes from the active imaginations of my 7yo and 10 yo dss. They dream that somewhere there MUST be a secret fortune hidden in the walls or under the floor or buried in the backyard someplace…we are still looking…no luck so far! I think I have a better chance of that money tree sprouting somewhere in my backyard …spontaneously of course…that way I could have plenty of money to fix up this old house! Fixing up an older home is a labor of love…It can take quite a bit of time and attention, but it reminds me of the constant vigilance that we all must have tending not only our souls, but the souls of the of our dear little ones.
As I painted, I found that my mind was drifting everywhere and it was strangely satisfying! The most challenging thing I had to do was keep myself from sticking my hair in the paint! Home Depot was the best helper on this job. The former homeowner put new shutters on the house and we loved the color. The great people at Home Depot took one of the shutters and let their computer select the paint color for us…and it looks AWESOME. We are stripping every window and door this summer and sloooowly working our way around the house.
Painting is good for the soul. It makes me feel like I OWN my house …instead of it being the other way around! As an added bonus, I loved being a passive observer of my children’s free play today. The nice summer weather is upon us and I think I will be spending more days outside doing work that doesn’t amount to too much, really. Maybe God meant slower summer days to be days of reveling in grateful appreciation of our vocations in order to fill us with a kind of contemplative satisfaction…God is kinda sneaky that way ;o)
Morning Glory Cottage by Thomas Kincade