Life has been busy and it’s taken me until now to reflect on our somewhat recent trip to the Okanagan. And so a little back tracking because it really is too good to just let go without sharing and there is so much…
Always when i arrive in the Okanagan there is a transition time during which i flail between painfully reminiscing all that annoys me about the place where i grew up and the inevitable deep well of love that i always trip, fall and tumble into. i know this pattern, i’ve come to trust it’s occurrence and i know that i must schedule a good week or more to get through and over the hump and down to good times and beauty. i often take a few days adjusting to the desert heat and this time was no exception. i felt like a pressure pot full of grumps anxious to explode and get on with things. i suppose i also set myself up with great expectations of August and it’s abundance of juicy peaches. To find the fruits otherwise was a great disappointment. The neighbor’s orchard we have freely wandered over years past had been leased to folk we don’t know who sprayed who knows what and then picked the trees clean of hard green peaches! It was tragic! Indeed i had the great expectation of being up to my elbows in peach juice each and every morning for breakfast. Alas no, but, here where the fields are full and the lake water blue, here where peach trees self seed in the middle of the garden as do hazel nut trees about the yard, here where the doe with their fawn meander and sleep between corn field and orchards, here where i dream and feel possibilities, here there is still much to indulge in even if i do have to buy my peaches from another orchard. What really did it for me this time, what knocked me to my senses and settled me deep in love and to extend my trip an extra day and then again another was diving underwater in the refreshing and yet warm lake blue. There were many days spent at various beaches.
Little A loved best to see the cats, to bake and eat biscuits with grandma P, to pull weeds and gather seed pods, to make friendship bracelets and play tag with new friends. He loved the local bookstore, the new to him puzzles, to dig potatoes, to stay up late and have tea and treats with the adults and later text his papa. He loved digging at the beach and rolling in the sand.
Little M loved best to be a free bird exploring everything, everywhere, pointing out the numerous things in the sky; birds, planes, jet streams, the moon, the star studded sky, a tree full of birds noisy with their song….and as above, below; ants, beetles, crickets, dirt, sand, mud… He loved calling the cats and following the deer. He loved his first peach and the ones offered after. He loved the beach and walking into the lake and he loved playing with Grandma P’s salad spinner!
I couldn’t really find a place for this photograph that my mom took of me in her old paisley dress, one from her days growing up on the farm. I used to wear it some in high school and i still love the fit of it; i’m just not sure i can pull off those loud colors any place other than in the garden. that and the poly. Still, i keep it, tucked away in her closet, trying it on now and then, in summers.
summer isn’t long enough.