A Summer Goodbye

Yesterday the boys across the street came to say goodbye to Nathaniel. It’s good they did, because we had no time today.

Dennis is a couple of years older than Nathaniel and was over here many times when he wasn’t working at Burger King. The fellows had fierce Nerf gun wars and Backgammon battles. Both were always willing to eat any homemade dessert that needed to be removed from the old folks’ reach, strictly for their health, of course. There were card games, balloon battings, rescuing of an airplane after wild launchings, and running of trains on the front porch. The one thing I know they both wanted to do and didn’t was climb the 200 year-old oak tree.

Logan, 5, loved all the action when the trains were running. He was a human tunnel at times, and he rearranged the loads to his satisfaction. The boys here will start school in five days, whereas Nathaniel has over three weeks to go. He was looking forward to spending time with his dad.

We were listing some of the things we’d miss when Nathaniel returned home. He kept the grandfather clock wound, as he used to do in NY. Cleaning the hummingbird feeders was a help to me. He kept the water fountains and bird baths from running out of water and polished brass items. He entertained himself while we were on our computers, willingly shopped with us, and did some yard work and cleaned gutters. As usual, we enjoyed teasing him with puns. He claims to detest them, but he came up with countless good ones that made us groan.

Nathaniel demonstrated the best way to move his four hats to the car – wearing them all on his head at once. The top one was a conductor’s hat which he may have worn at a train club in Tennessee. He kept us laughing, which is probably what we will miss most of all.

Saying Goodbye for Now

Our last evening with Kate was very pleasant, because I could put off thoughts of saying goodbye. Logan 070615 Porch Logan K N Bob(5) and Bob came across the street to visit for a while on the porch. The young boy supplied power for the trains, since the transformer caught fire a few days ago. Living in the mountains can be very exciting at times.

 

This morning I heard an alarm at 5:15 which I presumed was Kate’s, so I got up. Everyone appeared to be asleep. By the time I dressed for walking, John was up, followed by Kate. She had packed the car last night and left after a light breakfast. We had two quick goodbyes, after which I started walking. The hardest goodbye was the third — waving as her car disappeared down the street. I had an hour then to try to concentrate on all the good times we had while she was here.

I’d pegged Kate’s leaving as the time to attack the climbing hydrangea, which we have watched not bloom for two summers. Internet instructions said to cut back in late June or early July. As John, Nate, and I had breakfast on the porch, I decided I might as well be truly miserable. Out came the loppers and clippers. There is nothing like gardening to make the rest of my life seem to be a delightful dream. I wonder if taking off my glasses would help. You finish one job, and your eyes wander a bit, luring you to yet another rogue plant that needs to be curbed. The quick answer is no, because I’m so blind I might cut off a toe instead. I allotted ten snips for the wisteria and removed low branches from the crepe myrtle at the front. I hope super gardeners Amy, Shawn, and Beth will give me a virtual pat on the back. For immediate gratification, I should have taken before and after photos.

Found a picture from a month ago and ran outside to record today’s hack job. I can’t see much change, certainly not a half hour’s sweat difference.

060915 Mystery plant    070715 Shorn climbing hydrangea

Golly Pete!  I don’t think the clothes pins changed, either.