The Weekend; time for rest

Last week it rained, a lot, and I started to worry that the sun had lost her way. Saturday came and she showed her beautiful, sun-shiny face and warmed up the grass and the weeds and so the flowers all bloomed, overnight it seemed. It was lovely.

That evening I had an artist reception for a group show titled Celebrating Women in Roundrock, Tx. Before the show I wanted to celebrate with my people, so I got the kids ready and met up with my husband in downtown Georgetown. The weather was so perfect and we weren’t the only ones who thought so, the town square was busy with people in floral dresses and sandles and nice button down shirts. With either a coffee or a glass of wine in hand or a bottle of something like beer, maybe soda; the community was joyful and smiling and we soaked it all up.

A guitarist was setup on the corner, a small amp and a chair and a guitar was all he needed to serenade the crowd.

We listened to the music and the chatter and the birdsong and the cars pass us by as we walked along the sidewalk. We stopped into a few shops as we made our way to the little cottage cafe tucked behind Main Street. The restaurant is called Sweet Lemon Kitchen and so in its honor we shared a slice of sweet lemon bunt cake.

We ate lunch there, I enjoyed a glass of Rose, a rare but much enjoyed little treat.

It felt like spring on Saturday.

The show was good. I met some artists and the kids ate snacks and we came and we went and that about sums it up.

Sunday was hot and humid.

Spring said her goodbye and summer arrived out of nowhere, we weren’t ready for her.

But we had things to do so despite the sweat and the heat we stayed outside and finished up the chicken coop and I made a fresh chicken salad for dinner and that was that.

I didn’t paint all weekend.

Instead I spent time with my kids and my husband, I played with the chicks and worked in the yard. I cooked and I cleaned and I sat and watched the birds in the backyard; cardinals, wrens, mourning doves, and woodpeckers. A little gecko ran across my foot, and it made me smile because it tickled my toes. I went to an art show and ate lunch in a pretty place and people watched with my family. I rested.

I needed it.

We all need it, some time to rest, even artists.

Especially artists.

And mothers.

Especially Mothers.