Memorial weekend is now past, and today I look back on our many activities and thoughts that I had.
Our weekend didn’t really begin until Saturday afternoon, when John got off of work. Saturday is a busy retail day of sales for his shop, especially on holiday weekends, so he needed to be there. Saturday was also my 66th birthday.
My Birthday and Shipshewana
For my birthday, John took me out for a filet mignon dinner on Saturday night, and then we went to see Junglebook. It’s a Disney movie, but one that is well done and entertaining, even for 60 somethings. We also went for a frozen custart at Culvers. It was so delicious! We both love ice cream.
John had taken off of work the preceding Tuesday so that he could take me overnight to Shipshewana, Indiana for their giant flea market. That was my main birthday gift, including spending money, and BOY, was it a great time! We took along friends, Denny and Carol, which made it all the more enjoyable.
Shipshewana and the surrounding area is Amish, so there is much to see and visit in the area. I really recommend a stop there this summer if you are near it. The flea market is on Tuesdays and Wednesdays through the summer. Clean, modern, and pleasant hotels are in the area, as well as B&B’s, bakeries, shops, cottage industries, and home-cooking.
Straw Bale Gardening
Sunday, John and I attended our church, then went out for brunch, a Sunday habit of ours after church that we enjoy. We then came home, changed our clothes, then did a few chores in our yard, before heading to our farmhouse to check on our garden that we recently planted.
Our garden seeds were all sprouting nicely. We have a straw bale garden out there, in it’s second rotation year. We started it last year as an experiment, we learned a few things, and now we are trying again this year. So far, so good! We have a smaller straw bale garden at home, as well.
At the farmhouse, we have planted peas, beans, various squashes, pumpkins, water melon, green onions, okra, spinach, broccoli, beets, and Brussel sprouts in the straw bales. We have lettuces, strawberries, herbs, peppers and tomatoes at home in the straw bales.
(Straw bale gardens at home…yes, there is straw under that topsoil.)
While at the farmhouse on Sunday, John and I completed a craft project of mine on the side of the old garage that faces the back yard.
We took melamine and plastic dishes and charger plates, stacked them together to look like flowers, and screwed them into the side of the garage. Then, we cut pieces of flat green garden hose to attach as stems and leaves. We were happy with the results.
We watered everything, including the raspberries, and headed home again. We were bushed after our very active day!
On Monday, we headed to our friends’ home near Columbus for a holiday cookout and to visit our good friends, Denny and Karen.
It was a fun time, but we also reflected on the price so many have paid for our freedoms. Denny is a Vietnam vet, so we were in good company on a special day to remember vets. Karen, his wife, made us a special cake for the day. (Pictured above.) Delicious!
When we got home on Sunday evening, we watered our straw bales, as well as the blueberries and cucumbers.
A Weekend Well-Ended
The weekend is over, but my favorite memory was the Happy Birthday phone call from my daughter, Candi, and her family. I spoke with the grandchildren, and I love talking to them.
Is my life all roses? No. I had a heartache this past weekend, too, and it was an adult son who neglected my birthday altogether. I also had aches and pains to deal with, because I am having some bouts of fibromyalgia. These things are all a part of life and the ups and downs of it. I still consider myself very blessed and I choose to focus on those blessings. There are too many to count.
My thought about the greatest blessing of all, which is freedom, is this: freedom does not mean liberty to do everything I want to do; it is about liberty to do what I ought to do. I have this good life because there were those who gave up everything to make it so, and I have the responsibility to live life as honestly, creatively, kindly, and generously as possible.
Until next time, Debby