Despite sunny weather on Friday and Saturday, it was a gray, rainy Easter celebration. Fortunately, we had no reason to be outside--except running into and out of church--so, we stayed nice and warm, snuggled up by the fire at my in-law's house. It wasn't what you would call cold enough to justify having a fire, but I'm all about flipping on a switch and warming my back by a nice toasty fire.
The girls ate ham (miracles!), handfuls of jelly beans (not surprising) and looked cuter than a marshmallow peep in their new Easter dresses that Grandpa Steve got them. And, no, I didn't take pictures. Just like I didn't do an Easter basket or do an Easter egg hunt. I know. Worthless.
But I did take some pictures last week when it was all sunny and gorgeous outside. You know what I took pictures of? My trees.
That I own. With my very own property tax paying money. I haven't actually done anything with these trees other than take pictures of them. My mom suggested that I mow the grass around the trees, but I like grass a little longer than she does, so I politely declined. For aesthetic reason, of course. Just like I don't fold my socks when I put them away. I find the helter skelter post-modern artistic sensibilities of unfolded socks in a drawer very aesthetically pleasing. That's my argument, and I'm sticking to it.
The more important argument, however, is the beauty of my trees.
I told the girls I needed to take some pictures of the trees, and they decided to lead the parade by Jeep.
We love the Jeep. We think the Jeep is the bestest way to get around the farm, third only to the golf cart and the mule (atv, not animal). Sydney normally doesn't don her bicycle helmet for jeep rides, but she wanted to be prepared for a quick exit onto her scooter. True story.
Before we get too far, Sydney has to change the radio station to something more musical. I like to mess with them by setting the radio station to NPR. They hate NPR. Makes Sydney want to fall asleep at the wheel.
Two important things about this picture. First, that little orchard in the background belongs to me. And Jason. And probably, in some form, the state of Washington. The other important thing: Sydney's driving through our future livingroom. Good thing we haven't put down carpet yet. Those Jeep tracks would be a bear to get out.
No...wait. It's not a good thing because for the love of building materials I need a house built in this field. Like, yesterday. Not that I'm complaining.
Orchards are fun to drive through with little vehicles because there's very little chance you'll actually hit a tree. And also, you're not going fast enough to injure yourself if you do hit a tree.
I love this little orchard. People ask me what exactly we farm on the Family Farm, and the answer is nothing. Or more accurately, we grow families. We grow our kids into adults, which I think is probably about as much work as growing hay. But we also have these fruit trees here: apple trees, cherry trees, pear trees, and the ones blooming right now are some kind of plum tree.
When my parents first gave us this property, my mom said we could cut down the orchard if we wanted to.
That wasn't ever an option for us, even though the word is the orchard takes a fair amount of maintenance. We designed the house so that we'd have a view of the orchard from the livingroom and the library. And we also designed it so that all the bedrooms would look out at the trees, where at night we can open the windows and listen to the wind rushing through the leaves, a sound I never grow tired of. It sounds very romantic, doesn't it? Well, I didn't read Anne of Green Gables a million times for nothing.
During any springtime day, however, the loudest sound is of the bees buzzing in the trees.
You go, little bee! Pollinate to your heart's content.
It's a little freaky though to stand under the canopy of plum branches, the sound of bees buzzing around you. I have full confidence they won't attack me, but still. They could fly into my hair or something, and that'd be no good.
At some point my dad will have to teach Jason and me how to be responsible tree owners, like pruning and spraying and whatever else we'll need to do to make sure we get edible fruit. But for right now, I'm enjoying just taking pictures of them.
Pretty trees. I'm glad you're mine.