weekend of ordinary goodness

This past weekend was a good one for our family. My husband got his bicycle back from the shop, and proceeded to ride 70 miles on Saturday, then came home and mowed as long as the rechargable battery on the mower held out. We did a few of the 'little things' that get put off all the time--hosing out the trash can, recycling containers, hampers, etc and letting them sit outside and be sanitized by the sun. Much laundry was hung on the line, in anticipation of more rain coming a couple days later.

Sunday my husband rode his bike the 30 or so miles to my parents' house, I drove over, and together we spent most of the day with them. We all spent a few hours outside, pulling bugs off the squash plants, using the hoe on weeds, digging up spontaneously-growing heirloom tomato plants to send to my house, transplanting lots of marigolds (what a stinky flower!) next to the squash plants to try and keep the bugs away. My husband again was mowing a yard, but this time he used my parents' riding mower. He managed to get in an hour or so playing tennis with his brother and nephew as well.

We came home dirty, sweaty, and quite frankly stinky, but we both felt the satisfaction of a day well spent.