Some of the joys of life are all about contrasts – like earlier today when I had the joy of spending a couple of hours in a dentist’s chair having long overdue work done on my teeth. I bite and grind my teeth, like big time, and have done some damage brushing them too hard, so they needed to be fixed. Usually I don’t care what the dentist does, he’s a lovely man and all that, but whatever he does with all his doodahs is of no importance to me – that is when I’m not in his chair. However, that feeling of relief when he puts down his drilling equipment is pure joy. You see – contrasts – if the drilling wasn’t so unpleasant, the joy when it’s over wouldn’t be so pure.
This weekend was quite full of contrasts too, especially regarding the weather. The last weekend we spent at the cabin was windy and wet, and now it was all bright and sunny.
Husband was cutting down some of the birches that are growing in the slope close to the house, and of course grandson was helping. Husband is very calm and patient, but I was all nerves watching them, so afraid that the little one would fall down and hurt himself – again. I was nagging and nagging until I got sick of myself and started looking around instead.
I noticed where I should have put my erosion bundles
(husband’s old cement blender)
all the textures and colours in the birch
and the contrast between old wood and new
and the little specs of greens between the flora of yesteryear
and the old and the young trees from this post that were still talking
and the light and shadows
and the beauty of blues and neutrals (great colour scheme for a quilt I’d say).
The guys were playing grandson’s favorite game – racing self made boats and rescuing them again with lots of cheering and excitement and a few water-induced accidents that needed to dry out
and making rivers and quays in the lake.
We need to spend more time up there, and I need to find something to do until I can go back to handwork because I was going mad not doing anything but playing Wordfeud and DrawSomething in the evenings after the little one had gone to sleep. Talk about contrasts…