I realized this week that I need a Street Party every year. Knowing some 250 people are coming over to play on the weekend kind of makes you clean up your room, you know?
You should see our front porch. You could eat off the floor.
And the screen door! Who knew it was actually black? I thought it came that grey colour. And those little screens under the stove hood in the kitchen? Clean. That disgusting cupboard under the sink where the garbage and compost bins are? Scrubbed. Because you just never know who might look there, right?
Things are being spruced up that have not had a sprucing since we bought the house 9 years ago.
The hedges are (almost) kind of straight. A monster wasp attacked and died stinging my little finger while I did it, but a balloon-hand was a small price to pay for hedge-perfection. Honestly. I am becoming Canadian. This is how I know: I stand there after hours working in the yard, and look around and could almost cry with how beautiful and green it all is.
I so miss the green in winter. It’s my favourite color. It reminds me of picnics and swimming and every joy summer holds. And now it’s here! Every day I get up and look out and I could find a hundred things to thank God for. My list of giving thanks is really easy to do in summer.
And yes, I know how shallow that is. But I think it was Gerald Manley Hopkins, the poet I studied in high school, who expressed the joy of simple things in his poem “Pied Beauty”:
“Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscapes plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
I do. I really do.