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Photo: Kerfergos - Flickr Creative Commons
Photo: Kerfergos - Flickr Creative Commons

Lazy Days of Summer?

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She Says:
I was fortunate this week to have a day off that was pleasant and so I took to the garden to do some general upkeep. Having moved to a new place, we have lots of work to do to make it our own, and even just to clean it up from the general neglect it suffered in past years. I don’t think of it as work though – or at least not until I get up very weary the next day - so I was looking forward to a day in the dirt.

I headed into the veggie patch first to pull weeds – that is a daunting task in itself and it was only first on my lengthy list of chores. I was perhaps overexuberant when we had a friendly neighbour turn over a section of the front yard, as it is a patch twice the size of our kitchen and with the recent rain the weeds were taking firm hold. Thankfully, at Rabbit Hollow we truly are blessed, as the most prominent weed is clover! I have taken that as a good omen for the future. I exhausted any frustration I had about life in my hoeing and pulling of weeds, and by the end I had sprouting purple carrots, bull’s blood beets, rebel radishes and arugula all gratefully reaching for the sun. I flopped down on the grass very proud of my efforts, but longing for the days when they didn’t wear me out so much.

After a few minutes respite, it was back to work so I pulled out the weed eater and tackled the two-foot high crab grass beside the garage. As the freshly cut bits of grass stuck to my legs and I smelled that aroma of dirt and grass, memories came flooding back to me as I walked along of childhood summers doing the garden chores. Ah, the peace of the days when having green feet and a tank top tan were the worst of your worries!

The next task was to mow the lawn, so I braved the ridicule of the neighbour across the road who has the deluxe riding mower complete with cup holders and pulled out the extension cord to hook up our much more green electric model. I walked the yard enjoying the fresh air and the accomplishment of those newly cut rows of grass and then my wistful experience truly reached its pinnacle when just as I came to the end of the yard I heard that familiar sound of bygone days. I thought perhaps it was my imagination but no, sure enough a moment later the ice cream truck came toddling down the road with its carnival music blaring for all to hear.

There is something pastoral about a quiet day in the sun with Mother Nature and her creatures. I sat on the grass and slurped my Popsicle, and soaked in every aspect of the moment. It does my soul good to watch Simon and Ella wrestle till they drop in the just-mowed grass, and to hear the birds chirp as they chase each other over the lilac trees. I am very grateful that we have a little corner all our own, and I much prefer those noises to the hustle and bustle of the city. Ultimately however, I think the secret lies in finding your own peace, a place where the world stops still for you so that you can just breathe it in and smile.


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About the Author

Kristin Peturson-Laprise is a customer experience specialist by trade, which means she is someone passionate about people having a good time. 

Her company, Wow Service Mentor, helps businesses enhance their customer experience through hands-on training, service programs, and special event coordination.

Kristin enjoys her own experiences too, and that is what she writes about in this column. She and her husband Martin Laprise (also known as Chef Martin, of The Chef Instead) love to share their passion for food and entertaining.  

Kristin says:

"Wikipedia lists a gourmand as a person who takes great pleasure in food. I have taken the concept of gourmandise, or enjoying something to the fullest, in all parts of my life. I love to grow and cook food, and I loved wine enough to become a Sommelier. I call a meal a success when I can convey that 'sense of place' from where the food has come . . . the French call that terroir, but I just call it the full experience. It might mean tasting the flavours of my own garden, or transporting everyone at the table to a faraway place, reminiscent of travels or dreams we have had."

 

E-mail Kristin at:  [email protected]

Check out her website here:  www.wowservicementor.com

 



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