Sunday, September 17, 2017
This is another one of those interesting mathematical years for the majority of the Daisies. You might recall the infamous “30-60-90” where son Justin turned 30, I turned 60, and my dear Dad turned 90. Here we are 3 years later, and daughter Kailin joins the equation. She turns 30 this month. Justin’s 33rd birthday is yet to come, as is my 63rd. Dad celebrated his 93rd trip around the sun in June. For us, it is the “Year of the Threes.” (Craig’s big year arrives in 2018, which has nothing to do with threes and everything to do with Medicare eligibility, so please don’t feel that he has been left out. I’m sure we’ll have a celebration of rock-star proportions.)
Dad chose to celebrate his day with a martini and dinner out at a local restaurant, followed by angel food cake with seven minute frosting and strawberries at home.
Kailin asked for a crafting-type get together with her friends, here at the farm. We decided on a brunch with time to catch up on their lives, wreath making for the craft, and dinner, followed by more wreath making or flower arranging. It was a solid plan and it came off with only minor re-adjustment.
In this house, there is a distinct difference between the men and the woman and their likes and preferences, and this always seems to come as somewhat of a shock. Women like…..no……not like…….LOVE……to visit. We need to ask a lot of questions and revel in the answers. We want to know all the details. I think this was somewhat of a surprise to my dear Dad, who was attempting to watch football as our guests arrived. One by one they came into the family room amid hugs and welcomes and LOTS of conversation. I realized this, with a chuckle to myself, as I saw the girls chatting amongst themselves and Dad in his recliner attempting to tune them out and watch the game on TV. He later mentioned that he didn’t understand why we didn’t all go into the living room and sit down and visit. I mumbled something to the effect that we simply didn’t make it that far. The disruption of the game was short lived as the party moved elsewhere.
The ladies – I guess I really can’t call them “girls” at age 30 – ate brunch in the garage. This was somewhat of a hiccup in the agenda. I had planned for them to eat on the patio under the “Happy Birthday sign.” But, due to the infiltration of the lung choking smoke from nearby fires, something which happened upon us the day of the event, we quickly rearranged and set things up in a more easy to breathe setting. i.e. the garage.
In the history of things here at the farm, my dear parents loved to do casual entertaining in the garage. I’m not such a big fan of this setting. It’s a little too unkempt for my tastes. But, on this day, with a choice between looking good and being able to breathe, we opted for the healthy option. In the garage. All doors closed. As it was, they ate under the dried flowers, which had been strung up on the clothesline in the garage. It did have somewhat of a magical air, even though it was the garage. The sound of their sweet voices and laughter filtered through the closed door and filled the house with joy and life. (But not so much that football was interrupted for Dad.)
It was a day of FUN. The ladies ate and then we crafted. I had rounded up some statice, some wonderful straw flowers, and globe amaranth from friend Elizabeth’s Minto Island Growers Farm, a couple more bunches of statice, and then I foraged for teasel, cat tails, rose hips, etc. I was a little short on grapevine type wreaths so I put a few together using the suckers from the filbert trees in the orchard. I thought they worked pretty well. Note to self and everyone else: It doesn’t need to be actual grapevines to make a decent wreath. Anything that will bend into a circle can be used. And…..it’s not “cheating” to use a little wire to hold things together to get the circle (or whatever shape you are aiming for) started. I’ve used ivy and the pruning’s from the apple trees to make a wreath form, and I’ve read that you can use blackberry canes that you’ve de-thorned. This sounds like a lot of work, but it looked lovely and firm.
Perhaps the greatest testament to how the day went happened long after dinner when we were in the garage and back at it making another wreath. One of Kailin’s friends mentioned that she probably should head home. There was a collective sigh and then the friend looked at her watch and said, “You know, we’ve been at this for 12 hours.” The true sign of a good party. We simply lost track of time. There really is no better measure of a day well spent.
Happiest of birthdays to my wonderful daughter. The world is a better place and my life is complete with you in it. Thank you for giving me one of two of the greatest gifts of my life. Love you, Miss!
ps – When’s the next craft party? I’m totally up for it!