Today is my first post vacation day at home. Baby and I are on our own. Ella is with her Granny and Grampy until next weekend, and I'm missing her immensely. We have lots of projects to do, painting two rooms, staining the deck, and the downstairs bathroom. Not to be overly ambitious, but I'd like to work in the yard a bit too, put a few plants in by the new steps, pull some more weeds, and move the sandbox into the front yard.
On the fourth of July we went to a wildflower garden outside of Lexington, Virginia. There are six acres of native wildflowers, a beautiful house and outbuildings, goats, and a lily pond. I instantly wanted to move out to Floyd and plant wildflowers. The air was buzzing with pale blue dragonflys and swallows. Ella hiked the garden paths with a most friendly dog.
We went to the fireworks at the parade grounds of Virginia Military Institute in Lexington. I had a boyfriend there back in college and remember being dropped off there at the front gate with a ballgown and a bottle of champagne for their Ring Figure Dance. The romance didn't last; He wanted a ranch house with a deer head over the fireplace and had what I considered an unnatural affection for war. Ross died not long after college in a car accident on New Year's Eve.
Ella watched the fireworks thinking that each burst MUST be the finale. She must have said that fifty times. "That is the finale. That is the finale. That is the finale." At four, every burst is bigger than the last.
Our car lost a four hundred dollar bit of decorative molding to a rock on the Washington and Lee campus, leaving John none too pleased, and my camera is trashed--crushed LED screen and non functioning flash. Well, you have to take the bitter with the sweet.