Forgive me if it sounds as though I’m repeating myself to you. I may have alluded to this blessing from the moment that this blog was born. But I have to say, I honestly believe that we have a wonderful family. Beyond the nuclear age of the nineteen fifties and now well into the twenty-first century, I would say that, just by numbers, we have the perfect family. A mother, father, one little boy and an older sister.
At this stage, there are no pets. But we do have a beautiful garden with lots of little creatures in it. This is thanks to the DIY landscaping job that my husband did a few years ago. Our backyard is a mixed bag. It resembles a mini-playground or outdoor nursery. It is green. We have a legendary lemon tree that just cannot stop feeding the neighborhood with its lemons. It knows nothing about seasons. To this old lemon tree, winter may as well be summer too.
A recent addition to our backyard is something that still surprises some of our visitors. My husband planted an olive tree. To take out some of the boredom of those less favorable kitchen chores, like washing the dishes, I often gaze out of our wide window across the yard just to look at this beautiful tree. As far as color coding goes, you could correctly say that its abundance of leaves is, well, olive. Green olive colored leaves, I tell you. And did you know that my ever-resourceful husband has designs on one day pressing his own olive oil.
Added to any dish you can think of, even green salads; this is a wonderful, natural and healthy condiment and cooking ingredient. What is more familiar to our guests, particularly the grandparents, is my husband’s mini organic garden. This is just a wide, boxed bed (made out of wood) raised to waist height. It’s very practical and convenient to this old lady writing this post. But usually, it is her resourceful husband who does the planting and tilling.
I’m seeing much of his proactive nature and wide intellect in our little son. This one can spend hours in his room so quietly you could easily forget he was there. He spends most of his time in construction. He’s always building something. Fortunately, he’s never ventured as far his father’s tool shed. Perhaps in his wisdom, he knows that his day will soon come. On most days, he’s a little shy, but ask him anything about his latest building project and he won’t ever stop talking.
The young lady can be useful when she needs to be. This is particularly so when her tummy starts to grumble. I’m not complaining. Her days of dropping food and dishes on the floor have passed her by. She’s a more erudite hand in the kitchen now. In her own sweet way, I usually let her get on with laying the table for us. That way I can get on with the cooking without any distractions and without any further delays. But weekends are a fun time in the kitchen for us.
I’m usually baking for the pleasure of it. So I don’t mind having madam around tossing and thumping the cake flour in the mixing bowl. Laughs all around as we watch her cake-flour white face gasp in surprise. When she’s not up to this strenuous task, she is screaming with delight watching her father curse himself red in the face whenever his favorite football team miss another golden opportunity to score a crucial goal. But usually his team is on the winning side anyway.
Shopping at the mall can be quite a mission for the whole family. Most of you will have experienced this by now. It can be quite painful having to patiently wait for your children to finish their browsing of unusual items that we would never be seen dead buying anyway. And let’s not forget the children’s very good memories. Try as we may, we always seem to fail in this mission. We usually take a detour wide of the food hall. Because, sure as anything they are going to be screeching for their favorite ice cream.
A polite reminder from any one of them usually melts our hearts. So off to the ice cream parlor we go. Mom and Dad learned their lessons well. When we go out over the weekend, we usually make sure that all the main shopping has already been done. It is in the week that the serious business gets done. One of us will take a turn doing the grocery shopping while the other stays behind to see to the kids. On enquiry, we are still required to give a cryptic explanation as to where the significant other has vanished.