When I was young, I spent hours in the woods behind my house. There wasn't really anyone around here that was my age to play with, so that's where I went. I decided this week that I wanted to revisit my childhood playground and take some pictures for memories. I figured I would share them here.
The View Starting Out
My very old, trusty four-legged sidekick, Misty.
We pick an entry spot closer to the road
(That's the soybean field in the background, across the street.)
I hope everyone had a Happy Solstice. I myself had most of the day yesterday
off. Of course, that was only because I
had to go to premarital counseling (which I recommend to everyone who can
afford it or whose insurance covers it).
The rest of the day was spent inside with all the windows curtains drawn
because it was 100 degrees outside and Fiancé and I were trying to keep the AC
bill down. We watched a bad movie, a
comedy special, and I ate grocery store sushi (which I love!).
Overall, the day wasn’t very Pagany, but then again, I’m
never good at celebrating Sabbaths that don’t coincide with major secular or Christian
holidays. Though I guess I will count
the July 4th celebrations as my Midsummer. It is close enough and it’s celebrated with
family, drinking, and fireworks… which is pretty much the way you are supposed
to celebrate a fire festival like the summer solstice. :D
This evening, I enjoyed one of my favorite treats. My parents are hard workers and savers. On a mechanic’s and a school media assistant’s
(though she was a lunch lady prior) salaries, they managed to buy two acres of
land in what was the middle of nowhere ten years ago and build a pleasant little
home for me and my brother. Since then, the country
road that was hardly ever traveled on has now become rather busy, and
neighborhoods of hulking houses have sprung up with their street lamps on
all night and traffic going by at all hours.
But my back yard, or glade as I like to call it, is still
lined by trees. And during this time of
year, the lightning bugs flicker by the thousands against the black wooded backdrop at
night. The frogs that live in the creek
that surrounds the glade on two sides ribbit their love songs and the crickets
chirp along. This night, between the cars
that buzz along the road, I even got to hear and see the flapping bats who sweep
along (probably eating the lightning bugs).
While I wish there were less street lights from the nearby
neighborhoods and I wish less cars and motorcycles roared along the street, I
can still see and hear the lovely sight that is the glade in the backyard in
late spring and wonder at the magic of these small but precious places in the world.
I wish pictures or film could capture things like this, but perhaps the fact that they can't makes it all the more special.
The last couple of weeks have been a little crazy for
me. Between work being overwhelmed at
work, grad school starting back up and sucking away my life, and wedding
planning going into full force (less than five months away), I have been
In addition to that, my Catholic soon-to-be mother in law
(or MIL as I will refer to her from now on) has been causing issues non-stop. First, let me give you a rundown of our
relationship so far. I spend 50% of my
holidays with Fiancé and his family including his parents. We often go over their house on weekends (at
least once a month or more) just to go over, this is separate from holidays,
birthdays, and those types of things.
Back when Fiancé was just Boyfriend, I went on a get-away
weekend to the small town where his parents grew up to visit his extended
family. We caravaned with his parents
the whole way there, roughly 8 hours away.
While we were there, MIL took me aside and explained to me that I should
call her Mom and her husband Dad. The
talked to me about how she had had a mother-daughter relationship with her own
mother in law, and that she expected the same for us. Now, let me reiterate that this was before Fiancé
had proposed to me. I was a little taken
back, and explained that I really didn’t think it wasn’t comfortable calling
them mom and dad, as I already have a Mom and Dad. I let the whole part about what she wanted
out of our relationship go without comment, but kept in mind a promise she made
that I could talk to her about anything.