I am such a naughty, naughty gardener! I am longing for winter. I know it is terrible to say, but I am so tired of fighting to keep up with the garden and losing the battle. I want a nice clean blanket of snow and my daydreams of nice little gardens that don't grow weeds at all. I have been thinking of the long, quiet evenings of winter with my crocheting and cross-stitch or a good book to keep my company in the low light of my favorite candle sconce. Some soft music in the background and I am in heaven. Of course, once winter comes I will be wishing for the smell of fresh turned earth and champing at the bit to begin next year's garden, but nobody is perfect. I just have to take a deep breath and realize that Nature will take it's course no matter what I have to say about it. Relax and enjoy what I have.
I took the little one to the beach today, I am really trying to make it once a week. I was shocked at the behavior of other children there. More so I was shocked at the lack of parental supervision for these same children. I would never allow my child to be intentionally cruel to other children without intervening. Moreover, if another adult was scolding my child I would be right there finding out what was going on. No one yells at my kid but me. If my kid is messing up, sure I want it dealt with, but there are too many loopy type folks in the world to let just anyone discipline your child.
In other little one news....I developed pictures of her taken last weekend, and I am saddened by the fact that she no longer looks like my little girl. She is beginning to look like a small adult, and I just feel sad about it. I know she has to grow up, but now I am looking square into the face of her actually BEING grown up. How much longer will I be the most important person in her life? How much longer will I be treated to cuddle time and long hugs and requests for help with things I can actually fix? She is only 7, but it seems young ones are growing up faster and faster. I am trying to just make the best of the time I have and to prepare her for the time when she has to make decisions on her own, but I am not ready to let go of thinking of her as my baby. I do have to say, she is growing up into quite the hottie, though.