Wild things

We closed on our house on Friday--that was exciting. We are going to paint and do new floors at our new house before we move in, so we will stay here for a while and see how the next few weeks go. Sadly, we won't get the keys until today or tomorrow, so we decided to head to my parent's cabin with them and some of my nephews for the weekend and escape the ever growing mound of boxes that are filling up the already tight space. We had a great time--even though I still found myself thinking about paint more than I wanted to.

The boys had so much fun--I don't think they had even a moment of boredom. Even on Sunday, which was too cold and rainy to be outside, we only pulled out one board game and that only to keep the noise level down. Inside, they had green plastic army men, paper airplanes, pillow fights, wrestling, books and who knows what else to keep them busy. Outside, they went hiking, shooting, fishing, exploring, built a fire and more.

Steven whittled his own fishing pole--he thought that sounded more fun than using a real pole. No luck on the fishing, though!

The rain made everything green and beautiful. Something about being outdoors just reassures me that somehow things will all work out. I kept thinking a poem that one of my mom's good friends shared with me:

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.