Hello, and welcome to Sunday Sundries … today I want to share some thoughts on the creative drive … personally, I can’t seem to stop it …
Last week I mentioned there had been some unhappy events in our family’s life … but I’m pleased to report things have improved greatly, and that is certainly the #1 thing I’m celebrating this week. One of our grandsons had been hurt in “boot camp” and received a concussion. I’m ever so thankful now that he’s doing fine … what a little trooper …
As well, my parents-in-law were in a devastating car accident, and although it’s been a life-altering event for them, they are progressing better than expected and we are all beyond grateful.
It’s been a busy week. We have 3 grandchildren visiting, which means lots of time spent boating and swimming, playing in the pool in the yard, and taking little road trips to country stores. We tend to do the same things every summer but it never gets old …
But here’s the thing. Even though I’ve been so busy, I couldn’t stop creating. Since I’m up early, and I made the most of that quiet time before the munchkins made their way upstairs looking for juice, and cereal, and toast.
A simple prompt of “white” on Instagram inspired me to gather up my chippy white enamelware, and before I knew it I was celebrating this charming kitchen staple of the past …
and then I noticed the Saskatoon berries were ready … oh my word … at least a week early (maybe two) … but time waits for no one and they had to be picked …
… and cooked …
… and made into pies …
I’m pretty amazed at how much I accomplished this past week. In fact, I’d have to say I went into a creative “overdrive”. I couldn’t not do it. As long as I was able to pick something, arrange something, and make something, everything else fell into place. I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m tired. Most of the time my house is in a very creative mess, supper is sometimes late, and the laundry piles up.
Last night hubby was trying to wash something in the sink in the pantry, and I heard what I thought might be enamelware clattering to the floor (there’s barely room to move in there) and not a word was muttered by anyone. I heard him picking it up and next thing I knew he was back in the kitchen trying to help me get supper on the table. For all of this, and more … I celebrate.
Now I must wrap up this post (it’s almost 7:00am), and I’m quite sure I’ll soon be hearing small feet running up the stairs … small feet and and empty tummies …
So what are you celebrating? Do you have to create? I’d love to hear!