Sarah Coleman Kelnhofer writes from College Place, where she and her husband strive to tame their half-acre of wilderness while their children try to reclaim it. Last year, she even grew pansies – in a secret location – hidden from the local wildlife.
“Do you remember the day I ran over your cat?” My mother’s voice breaks the silence of our midmorning walk.
My innards gently quiver as I ease into the driver’s seat of my friend Renee’s black car. Stretching my shaky fingers, I sigh and snap my seat belt into position. Don’t want to take any chances.
Soon after entering college, I discovered what would become a lifelong passion. Necessity (in the form of a shriveled bank account) combined with my newfound mobility to provide fuel for my fresh love, and before long, I joined the ragtag ranks of those who boasted the finds they discovered while “thrifting.”
Preparing five people to participate in an out-of-town wedding provides ample opportunity for frustration.
Morning arrives early when you’ve got a date with self-discipline.
The small nature child perched on my right shoulder rolls her eyes and jabs me to make my standard rebuttal. “It’s more than a hobby, it’s a lifestyle. And it’s good for our health!”
“How do I connect a ‘b’ to an ‘e’?” Summer’s voice jars me back to the present, and I look up with vacant eyes.
“Can I just sit in the car while you walk?” Jared voices the very idea I’ve been hatching, and I frown.
I decompress by picking bits of lint and sticky pennies from the allergen host formerly known as my carpet.
This year I should get into the spirit. It’s our team — our moment! I try to muster some spunk, but instead, sense a yawn coming on.