Friday, June 26, 2015

This year I planted geraniums. One planter of hot pink geraniums and one tiny pot of basil. My entire garden in two containers. The weeds in our front yard need attention. Outside my kitchen window I see the spot in our backyard slotted for a vegetable garden. Then I remind myself this is not the season for planting. Nor is it the time for a garden. In past seasons the time and attention I devoted to a garden are currently consumed by a ten-month-old. She is my wake-up call. She calls the shots around here and has recently decided that only her mom can put her to bed at night. I won't lie, working 14 hour days is exhausting. Saturday morning I get a break, but otherwise it's a 24-hour job. The longest-shortest time.

We spent a lot of time outside this week. We went to the pool and went for walks. Amelia is always up for an adventure, unless she's tired. Just a few months ago I was the subject of her curiosity. She'd explore my face and hair for what seemed like hours. Now her attention has shifted and the outside world fascinates her. Luckily geraniums and basil are edible.

This last image is out of focus but I suppose that's how life is sometimes. Out of focus, perfect in its imperfection.
A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015.


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