This weekend is our flower and strawberry festival. It is such a fun time, but way to hectic. With E being sick last week, I didn't even think to pull out her dancing skirts until today. Eeek, they are all to short! I should have known and been better prepared, but that's the story of my life.
Of course, I only have today to get a new one made. Tomorrow, I'll be in her class all morning. Then she has a therapy appointment, and I have class. Friday is a no go for sewing also. After I drop E off for school, I have to run home and dip about 50 kabillion strawberries so they are ready for Saturday. (Mmm, chocolate straberries) Then it's off to my cousin's house to work on our flowers. She lives in the next town, so I'll have to run back, pick up E and my mom, who no longer drives, back to N's house to hopefully finnish the flowers before 5pm, then it's the 2 hour drive up the coast to our reservation.
We'll be there until about 1am. We'll get home around 3am, get a few hours of sleep, then we're back on the road to the res. Driving up the coast on a saturday afternoon is not my idea of fun. If the weather is nice, which all reports say it will be, I'll have to dodge people out for a joy ride with no idea how to drive on windy mountainuos roads, motor homes, and the crazy bycyclists who insist on taking their lives into their hands by riding on roads that barely have enough room for two cars to pass one another! (boy that's a long sentence!)
I know, I'm complaining, and its sounds like I don't want to go. But really, it is one of my favorite times of the year. The girls all look so pretty dancing around the fire with their wreaths of fresh flowers, it's like something out of a dream. And Saturday, we get to eat strawberries for the first time this year. There is much laughter and teasing.
And of course, I think of my Dad. When I'm singing his songs and watching my daughter do the dances he taught me, I can feel his presence, and I know he is happy. It is a time of new beginnings, a time to remember all the ones we have loved and who are now gone, but still a part of our lives.