Summer Fun ~ Kid Style

Brother Al helping Blake with his swing
Brother Al helping Blake with his swing

No matter what your upbringing I suspect the kickoff of summer elicits memories of sun-drenched days, when nothing was more important that cramming as many outdoor activities as possible into your weeks before school bells began tolling once again.

Those summer childhood memories for me meant baseball, long bike rides with friends, barbecues complete with  the sticky-sweet juiciness of watermelon dripping down my face and arms, swimming, and waterskiing.  Although I grew up in the midwest and was oblivious to the stunning coastlines with their massive expanses of sand and surf, we were not without our man-made beach where even on a cool cloudy day we could be found shivering at the water’s edge, waiting for direction from our swimming coach.

We took a respite from laboring on the farm and headed to my childhood stomping grounds, where my baby brother and his family still live, a great place to raise a family, but too small for this claustrophobic girl to stick around long after high school.  However, there seemed no better way to ring in the summer than to participate in my nephew’s 9th birthday party, including a barbecue out at the beach.

Sunset rainbow
Sunset rainbow after the storm

As we headed west the skies opened up and the deluge began, threatening to spoil big party plans.  As I sit here writing, I believe it has been 20 straight days since the rains appeared and this trend looks to continue for the next week.  Fortunately, by mid-morning of Blake’s special day, the sun came out and we experienced sunny, beach-ready weather.

Vehicles laden with food, toys, and a new puppy, we headed to the beach prepared to celebrate a 9-year old’s highly anticipated day.  As in most places revisited as an adult, this sandy bit of beach that we passed seemed much smaller than I remembered.  Boating and waterskiing were to take the place of sand between the toes on this day.

Visiting with family, playing games, reliving a small slice of days past through the eyes of children was a most relaxing way to spend a few days…priceless.  At the end of this month we will head back to celebrate Seth’s 16th birthday.  Mom and dad, how does it feel to have your firstborn getting behind the wheel of a car?!

Not Your Typical Father’s Day Message

pen-and-paper

Dear Father,

Tomorrow is the day we honor all those who serve in the esteemed role of father, so I find it a bit intriguing that I sit here with pen and paper writing to you.  Calling you a father would be a gross overstatement, but I cannot deny you this title, no matter how ill-fitting it may be.

As I write this, I am transported back to a bucolic spring day in 2002, even though I sat behind a desk piled high with files.   The ringing of the phone was no different than countless other times during the day.  The news received wasn’t even so surprising.  Word of your early death was expected by many, given  your overindulgent lifestyle.  However, I was not prepared for the words I heard that day to pull me back into the same black hole your abuse helped push me into many years earlier.  I had always imagined word of your death to feel like a sweet release, an unbinding of long-held chains, needed closure…not to be.

What was I to do with this information?  The last ten years of your life produced only one brief alcohol-induced call from you.  There would be no memorial service to plan, no grave site to visit.

I hung up the phone, humiliation creeping in at thoughts of what my co-workers would think of my callousness, a quick return to work immediately following such tragic news.  Of course, they did not know our family’s dirty little secrets, did they…the pain caused at your hand, the scars that have faded with time but will never disappear.  No one was there to hear you trying to convince a little girl that “stranger things have happened”.  To this day that expression still sends chills down my spine.  

Surprising to me, as Father’s Day nears, I find I want to thank you, for bringing me into this world and for instilling in me the value of hard work, even if it was borne of chasing your elusive acceptance, which never came.  Sadly, I cannot thank you for being the quintessential father figure, as you were absent from this role.

Although the news of your passing did not bring the blessed relief I expected, the ability to come to a place of forgiveness many years later allowed me to rewrite the final chapter of this book.  Wherever you are now, and I wonder that often, I pray you are at peace, as I am.

Your daughter,

LuAnn

This Longing

Stirrings…

tiny butterfly wings

fluttering beneath breastbone

keeping rhythm with quickening heartbeat

gathering tempo as enchanting memories flourish

 ~

Desire…

time creates distance

intense primal need escalating

bathed in intoxicating salty scent and taste

midnight shadows welcome sweet seductive visit

~

Yearning…

soulful aching pain

primordial calling at first touch

gasp as cool fingers caress warm skin

visceral, smoldering pain colliding with pleasure

~

This longing…

~

breathless

gazing

~

feels

 like

 home

 ~

© LuAnn Oburn 2013

Calling of the sea
Calling of the sea

Farm Update, Unwelcome Dinner Guests & a Refreshing Drink

The plants and seeds have all been lovingly placed into the earth, cared for like a mother attending to her newborn.  The cool weather garden, planted just after we arrived, has brought much delight to our palates, a variety of baby lettuces, spinach, and kale tantalizing our taste buds.  Yesterday our first tightly held broccoli head was removed and gingerly placed into the fridge, waiting to be savored.  We are also quite proud of our handmade recycled barn wood and wire fencing tomato stakes.  All things ‘green’ can be found in this section of the garden.

Bringing toxin-free vegetables from garden to table is something I am once again enjoying, if agonizing over a bit (ok, a lot) as the stress of too much rain and too little sun is seen in the yellowing leaves of the tomatoes and peppers.  We have painstakingly selected these heirloom varieties, with the thought of a fresh caprese salad in our future.  Hopefully Mother Nature will be kind and shine the warmth of her sun on us, gifting us with plump, juicy tomatoes and crunchy peppers.

Along with Mother Nature’s many ‘less than sunny’ faces, we have also had to contend with some unwelcome dinner guests.  Don’t you just abhor that, those who, unannounced, appear prepared for a meal?

I will admit to having a romanticized view of vampires, but the creepy little eight-legged insect discovered on the back of my neck after a long day toiling in the gardens was not welcome to taste of my blood!  Honestly I had not even considered the risk of ticks here in Ohio, but after Terry’s mother found two on her I photographed this ugly creature and sent him off to the “tick expert” in the state, who quickly responded with the identification of American dog tick.  Thankful that he was not the dreaded deer tick, carrier of Lyme disease, I wasn’t much happier to learn that he does carry Rocky Mountain spotted fever at times and that the tick population has exploded here in Ohio over the past decade.  So daily tick checks have been added to the agenda.

For the health of the garden, the cute, cuddly bunny, who seems to think this is home, is much more destructive.  She immediately discovered the carrots and collard greens and claimed them for her own.  I granted her that but when she moved on to sample mother’s beloved peas, something had to change, or according to mom, rabbit stew might be on the menu.  I opted instead for a couple of organic recipes to keep said ball of fur away.  We will see how that goes.

As for the squirrel population around here, the folks have been enjoying a game of ‘catch and release’ after Terry’s purchase of a cage.  These bushy-tailed little guys seem to annoy them more than anything else…go figure.

Although Mother Nature is toying with the vegetable garden, she is presenting some delightful bouquets, much ‘pretty in pink’ appearing in the flower beds.

And after a long hot day working in the garden (when the sun shines that is) ;), I have found a refreshing drink packed full of vitamins.  Given some of my earlier food posts, I can already imagine some of you turning up your noses.  For those more adventuresome, here it is:

Green Lemonade

2 handfuls of organic spinach

1 lemon, peeled and segmented

1 inch piece of fresh ginger root

1 diced pear

1/2 cup coconut water

Sweetener of your choice, if needed

Throw the above ingredients in a blender (a Blendtec works great!) and blend until smooth.  Add a little ice and blend on high until frothy or pour over ice.  Delicious!

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