Wednesday, June 8, 2011

BANK ON IT



I'm really wanting just the HAVING of a REAL Lawn Tea---I've planned bits and pieces and cloths and platters and menus and flowers for three Summers now, and just never seemed to get it together. 


But some days, late in the afternoon, when the air's like water on your skin, and the sun has that only-in-late-day golden slant on the green lawn, and the huge hostas are the shade of the ocean depths, I think how much I wish I'd been working on it, and had everything ready, and the guests were soon to arrive---I think, "Oh, I wish it were TODAY."





I SO much want to have one soon, and perhaps on our Anniversary, or even better---Sweetpea's birthday, now that she's learning the refinements of tea parties and how ladies behave.    She's always had good manners---it's just the stubborn that we're working on.

We had a few REAL life lessons yesterday, on minding and not saying no, and it had gotten past a baby thing, into the area of safety.   So after a good warning Monday about what would happen, yesterday she had to choose a toy and put it in the garbage.   I’d explained that it would go on the big truck and she’d never see it again. 

She took a long time, and I didn't see her approach, and then, like some kinda whale-spouted altar-girl in a skort, she held up both cupped palms, offering up Fuzzy-Pup's ONE toy---his ratty, dog-eared-in-every-sense little pink stuffed MOLE which used to have the cutest tiny black felt flaps for his little foot-diggers.  

  Smart, I knew about, but that level of calculation bespeaks a career in con games or politics, or both.

She finally returned to the kitchen with her small pink piggy-bank (the one with the bottom plug missing, so the coins fall right through) and consigned it to the eggshells and coffee-grounds.   Then she inquired wistfully, “When will the truck be here?” 

She re-visited the trash several times during the course of the afternoon, gazing into the depths and sighing deeply, and a couple of times I heard her whispering to herself, "And I'll never see it again."



8 comments:

LV said...

There are a lot of ways to teach one a lesson. Seem you did okay in your approach.

Chesapeake said...

You have so much patience with her, Rachel. She will long remember these lessons.

It's too hot and humid outside here for any kind of party!

Beverly said...

Ah, bless her heart - and yours, too. There are types of lessons that are rarely easy, but it is those that we remember well.

Kim Shook said...

You ARE a Steel Magnolia! Now I see how you raised those great kids. While I share your love of the planning and the dreaming and the doing of a lovely party, remember that sometimes the impromptu ones are the best and most special of all. Whisking a cloth on an outside table, putting a few cookies on a pretty plate and brewing a pot of tea takes a few minutes. Invite your sweet neighbor to your bower and while away an hour or so. Wish I could join you.

Cape Coop said...

Awww. Your little Sweetpea is so adorable! You won't even need to save a seat for me at that tea- I'll always be there in spirit.

racheld said...

I'm just so GLAD to see you all here---and that you persevered through the maze of trying to comment. I've had so many rejected through the loop of sign-in, try-again on everyone else's blogs, I REALLY appreciate that you tried and got through.

And I doubly appreciate your sweet spirits and faithful reading.

Tonja said...

Rachel, that is hilarious!!! She is a smart, cunning little one! A great way to teach a lesson and sticking with it is the only way to do it right. But, you know all that. She is fortunate to have you! Just so funny to think she was cunning enough to bring the dog's toy!

Kouign Aman said...

You are stronger than I.

You could just toss out the invitations today, for say, Saturday.
Amazing how having folks say yes speeds up the time table (we spent Saturday preparing for the first backyard party of the year thinking - oh dear, why did we do this? But it was grand!)