As I mentioned before, my in-laws were visiting us from Maine for the last week. They flew home yesterday and I was back to work for the last two days. But before everything fades back to the standard routine, I wanted to write a follow-up to my post a week ago about casting a critical eye around my life and not particularly liking what I saw. As predicted, all of that faded as soon as they were here.
It had been five years since their last visit, so the house, the garden, the chicken coop, the 20-foot-tall alders… all new. We showed off the farmer’s market and the corner store, our favorite beach for a wander and our favorite view of the mountains. The weather was nearly flawless, which certainly didn’t hurt.
There are so many reasons why I love where we live and how we live, and why I am grateful for the opportunities that allow us to do so. It’s always good to be reminded of these things and introducing an outside perspective is an easy way to do that.
My favorite moment of the week, though, was none of those things. After dinner one evening, Dean and I went down to tend the garden a bit while his parents relaxed on the front porch. We returned with a full harvest basket and dumped a giant pile of peas in the center of the picnic table and gathered bowls and all 4 of us sat shelling peas while the long day slowly turned to dusk.
It’s the sort of thing you don’t think to “show” somebody but it’s exactly what we love about the life we’re carving out here, and it was awfully nice to share it. No critical commentary needed.