July is a crazy month. The heats beats me down. My love affair with my garden dries up and hides in search of a cool corner in the shade. I give up on the tomatoes and peppers and squash, all being commandeered by the stink bugs. It happens every year, though you'd think I would learn.
My oldest and my youngest greet the day of the year on which they were born, about a week apart. Adah loves her littlest brother, except when he's throwing things at her, or destroying her special toy.
This July is also chaos; moving Adah to her own room and the boys to their Big Boy Room, teaching new skills, such as how to sleep in a bed that is not a crib, and how to move gracefully into Big Girl Land while still loving your little, troublesome brothers. I sometimes start to feel like this crazy plant, a freak genetic experiment, trying to go too many directions at one time.
When I really want to be like this. Standing tall, erect, purposeful. Beautiful, even with the chaos surrounding.
They bring me back from my lists, and my Grand Agenda. The smiles, the sincere amazement at Life.

I am blown away at the breeze that sweeps through and shows me the smiles, the subtle growth that happens when I'm busy with my tasks.
It's all a messy endeavor, a hot, sticky, sometimes losing battle. But I know the end will be Beautiful.







































