Lady Bug was showing off some of her Thumbs Up prizes tonight. Two bottles of bubbles! But these, she told me, were nothing compared to the coveted purple prize: fifteen extra minutes of recess.
She told me about these things in one or two sentence bursts, interrupted by trips in and out of her room. She was in the room and almost out of sight when I asked, “What do you guys do at recess?”
Peeking out of the doorway she looks at me as though I must have hit my head. “Mom! We play.”
Of course they play. I am glad to hear that recess is not a series of marching exercises around the school yard.
I try to remember what I played at recess in third grade. Hopeless at any team sport, organized or otherwise, I was still happily in the land of make believe and jumping ropes. It was one of the years that jelly bracelets were popular and it was both funny and frustrating when someone’s entire collection slipped off their wrist and down the rope, stopping the game while the treasures were gathered back onto the proper arms.
One dear friend Alicia and I made a world out of a patch of dirt with broken glass all over it. It couldn’t have been more than eighteen inches long and maybe six inches across. It was magical. Crystal Lake. She would bring action figures to school and we would have such adventures. I remember being especially envious of her Princess Leia toy.
“Yes,” I continue to Lady Bug, “but what do you play? Baseball?”
She scrunches her nose at me. Team sports are not terrifying to her, but they are not her first choice either. “No. We play on the structure.”
It sounds like a post-apocalyptic ruin of long forgotten significance.
She suprises me with the next part. Popping her head out of the room again she announces, “Today we had a funeral for a bee.”
Now this does sound interesting. “For a bee?! What happened?”
“Well,” she begins, my storyteller in her true element, “Dante stepped on a bee and so we buried it, but then Neil didn’t get to see it so we dug it back up and it was ALIVE! It was moving and everything and I touched it. It was kind of gross.”
“What kind of bee was it?” Always mama, always the scientist.
“One of the big fat ones, but not a bumblebee. They do have stingers, but Neil says they rarely use them so I touched it. And then Andre stepped on it again and we buried it again.”
“Did you sing any bee funeral songs?”
“No. We all held hands in a circle and then fell backwards and then we talked about how we felt.”
I think recess is in good hands with these kids.
The garden is just getting started. The bears and I put in some good weeding time tonight and removed a good chunk of the grassy bits. I think we’ve planted everything for this season.
The tomato jungle from last year continues to amaze us with its bounty and determination. There are twenty or so volunteer tomato plants out there. I’ve been giving them time to grow and then moving them to provide more space. We are going to have hundreds and hundreds of tomatoes. The food pantry and the food dehydrator are both going to see many tomatoes this summer.
The goal this year is to finish two large quilts. One is done already and now it’s June so I need to get moving!
I still haven’t decided if I’m going to use the blocks as-is or if I’ll cut them, mix them up, and put them back together in a new way. Maybe some of both.
Tonight’s project was to sort all the strips into groups for each block. It took longer than I thought it would (just over an hour), but I am so glad that part is done. Now there is just quick sewing and pressing to get through the next fifteen blocks.
The yellow light in my sewing room makes these look so warm and buttery. In the sunshine they are springy and bright. I am going to love this quilt!
“What’s in that bag?”
The Kettle Slayer points to the large comforter bag against the wall.
“All the sock yarn,” I answer. “There’s so much!”
“You don’t need to buy sock yarn for a loong time.” He pauses, inspecting the bags and totes of yarn around the room.
“Unless the right color isn’t in there.”
It is good to be understood.