although a thoroughly urban being, i have found myself vacuumed into country life quite unexpectedly. not saying i haven't been aware of getting in the car with the cottage in mind, but my stern resolutions of just spending my time on the terrace reading a book has dissolved into taking part in countryside activities. rather hesitantly i must admit to liking some of it; contrary to my beliefs i have started to find digging dirt somewhat relaxing. just like my mom.
all summer weekends are booked because we share two cottages between my sweetie and i. astonishingly, packing and planning our free time has made me more aware of growing up. since i don't have children and have not needed to assume responsibility for another generation, my realizations of obligations stem from my parents and our changing relationship. part of the discernment that parents are aging is noting that you float into a position of command in unprecedented areas. at some point summer houses become the responsibility of children, both materially and financially. my family still negotiates our responsibilities and i hesitate presenting my improvement ideas to dad: i don't want him to feel i'm stepping on toes or assuming control. my influence is, nevertheless, visible and it has become obvious that spending time "buys" one votes for development ideas.
vacation houses are lots of work. at the garden cottage we grow veggies and berries. at the sea cottage we mostly relax, but there's plenty of basic maintenance work all the time. timber-happily we cut down several large trees last winter which means lots and lots of dragging, chopping, piling and axing. as children you're hardly aware of the amount of time that goes into maintaining a comfortable environment shunning on chores and believing summer goes on forever. i have grown manifestly vexed over the insufficient number of summer weekends. thus, i am beginning to grasp the uneasiness my mother dealt with scarce time.
the growing up process with its additional responsibilities pays off. we divided our time between both cottages last weekend and came home with a hefty pile of different kinds of lettuce, potatoes, spinach and herbs. we planted the leek, fennel, brussels sprout outside, and some chili indoors. the greenhouse looks sparse, but believe me, there is plenty of yummy green coming up. it surprises me how excited i am about that...
are you slowly turning into your mother?