My visit with my siblings is over. Instead of the one night I was going to stay, because I finished the deck wood cleanup on Tuesday, I chose to stay for two nights. Several of us walked up the mountain to where my Dad’s ashes are scattered and we laid flowers there, had a few quiet reflective moments, shed a few tears and hiked back down.
The group this year was small, my brother and sister in law, their younger son, his wife, and their two sons, my sister and her young adult granddaughter, a family friend, and me. We played some games, chatted, enjoyed an adult beverage or two (not the two littles but all of the adults), ate, laughed, cried, and had each other to lean on emotionally and harrass as siblings do for a few days.
Home by lunch time today, a quick trip back out to deliver the Friday eggs and to haul the trailer a few towns over to pick up the riding mower, back to our community to the Ag Fair to take my two knitted items for the judging tonight and the display tomorrow. Tomorrow, we will go back to the Fair and enjoy some of the fair exhibits, demonstrations, and food.
If it is possible to be both tired and refreshed, I guess that is where I am. Below is Crenshaw, the cottage the family has used the first full week in August since my younger brother was a little dude. Now we are all senior citizens, the patriarchs are all remembered on the plaques in the header, I am now the oldest of the clan.
I did some knitting and finished reworking the fingerless mitt pattern and the sample pair.
My sister is my hand model and I think she wanted to take them home. Maybe a pair will show up in Kansas.