No perfect place

 

 

Six years ago we lived in a city with a million(ish) other people.  While visiting in May I felt a bit homesick for the amenities and recreation choices but that feeling quickly vanished when it took two hours just to get gas, shop at the drug store and buy wine.  The saying "nice place to visit but wouldn't want to live there" feels so true.

It is my belief there is no perfect place to live, however, I do prefer the country.  After two years, completing standard household errands within a two block radius in less than thirty minutes is still a novelty. The spontaneity people have to gather for a two hour's notice weeknight dinner or afternoon coffee date is refreshing.  While we love going to the city to explore brightly colored and busy playgrounds we equally love playing in mother nature's playground consisting of rock piles, open fields and mud puddles. Listening to frogs croaking, the wind whooshing, ducks quacking and tractors humming is better for my soul (and sleep quality) than listening to dogs yapping, vehicles screeching, bass thumping and late night lawn mowing.  

Now, I must go enjoy the sunset from my porch.  Good Night and Happy Canada Day!

 

Rocks

As of tonight, the boys have their first summer job as rock pickers.  The pay is $0.05 per rock and they will get a $0.01 cent raise for every 500 rocks picked.  They are starting in the field where I am pulling weeds and where Les will put our soccer field.

They began carrying one rock at a time and quickly learnt two rocks at a time was much quicker. Then they ran to and fro.  Oliver realized that the Tonka truck sitting idle by the workshop would be an easier method to transport the rocks to the rock pile.  Lionel verbalized his job for this "great idea" and ran to get his own truck.

Tonight's rock tally
Oliver: 140
Lionel: 150

They are currently discussing their plans to buy new LEGO sets.