It is March 1, 2009 and that is a big day in our household because we have 24 roses. This year it fell on a Sunday so we did not have to change only adapt our plans to execute the day.
A master gardener told us that we should not study our roses to decide when to prune and hard prune, but that in our part of the world we should go by the calendar for rose care. March 1 and November are the two big moments in our rosy world – hard prune, prune and pack the root ball. We have stuck to the calendar, the advice and have been blessed with a great deal of beauty and very few pests or mildew.
It was cloudy and not raining. We forego our big cozy breakfast feast to don gear and get out to the task. The rain does not hold off and 4 hours later my guy comes inside – task completed, dripping wet, soaked through and heading for the showers and then to work at the office.
I am thinking about my Sunday routines when I was a child and how different they are now. All morning church in our very best dress – suit and tie even for the younger boys, home to a huge dinner prepared by my Mother and the girls who were available (after changing out of our good clothes) and then newspaper reading for my parents before last minute schoolwork preparations and reading for the kids (home work except projects had to be completed before Sunday).
Never would my parents have considered it appropriate to work so hard in the garden or to go back to work on a Sunday.
Life keeps making changes.
As our children were growing we went to church on Sunday evening. Sunday was quite often the only day Dad was home, there was lots of homework getting done that needed assistance and then too, the kids helped remodel the house so there might be the fun of knocking down a wall , painting, laying flooring, tending the garden , or felling a rotten tree. It was the day when everyone was home and there was high energy in every nook and cranny.
Early on, I started doing all the cooking for the week on Sunday. All the Gluten Free baking was the activity for Tuesday. We would pick a menu based on what we had growing or in the freezer and a fish meal, casserole, soup and salad would emerge to cover all the lunches and dinners for the week ahead.
It was a lovely time for a kiddo to wander into the kitchen and have a serious conversation, share something about what was going on or even bake the cookies for lunches. They knew where to find me or how to avoid me on Sundays!
The kitchen smelled lovely today – chicken, rice and broccoli casserole then brownies all incorporated in the oven and providing the dimension. The windless rain keeping everything damp and quiet while the pruning proceeds, and now my guy is fed and off to the office for about 6 hours of work and preparation. It takes a great deal of time to keep 12 families sheltered, fed and hopeful – moving forward.
I decided to enjoy the day here with you on this post and not venture out into the rain. The kiddos have called to checked in – there is still one on the road back to Michigan, I wonder how she is doing and think “No news is good news.”
The roses brought us home for the day – though now we are scattered.
I think everyone is working on pruning in their lives right now – it is a good thing as it cuts down on the pests and can make for extraordinary blossoms. Those blossoms in turn call out to the bees and the cycle goes on. This Sunday a day of thankful grace….
How has your Sunday routine changed? What do you cook on Sundays? And do you prune?