July 24, 2010
Hiya,
It’s Bele Chere in Asheville, our town’s biggest street festival. Since no one can get to my shop, we’re closed. I have snuck into the office for a little while today, just long enough to write and send out my newsletter. When I’m done I’ll join my family and do a little dancing, a little snacking, a little touristing.
My sister Lucinda’s nickname in my family is “The White Tornado”. She is amazing. A whirlwind of a worker. She is much smaller than I am: 4 inches shorter, 30 pounds lighter, 4 years older – and WAY more energetic (I know what you’re thinking but this is absolutely true!)
Yesterday morning we had a gardening day at my house. Zoom zoom! Lucinda is a talented gardener and she took on a weedy, tangled patch of a garden right next to my house. Rachael, her daughter, got to pull out all the goldenrod that had overtaken the Foxglove patch. I concentrated on getting ready to put in a second wine bottle border. Heather, the sun-phobic of the Masterton girls, planted herself inside next to the sink, where she soaked and peeled labels off the cases of wine bottles I’ve been collecting.
A true family affair, it was!
My border had an old, cobbled-together rock pile in it, so first thing we removed them. That is, Lucinda removed them. I jiggled them loose and then my small/big sister came and hoisted them out of the ground, biceps bulging. My back is still sore so I stepped aside, letting her take over.
In the garden she was working on, masses of dried up old things had to get yanked out. A Japanese Maple, planted last year, was being shaded out by my Butterfly bush. Lucinda dug it out, cleared a spot in a nice place, and patted it into its new location. She tugged, hauled, threw out, hacked, stepped back to survey her work, and plunged in for more.
Rachael pulled out ten more goldenrods. Heather removed four more labels. I tapped in five more bottles. Lucinda hauled mulch, created a rock sculpture, directed the rest of us in our tasks (complimenting us as she went) and, in the meantime, planned an entire renovation of my whole yard, my living room, my kitchen and more. Sigh.
My sister’s yard is an inspiration. Mine, to her, thankfully, is a project. She comes once a year, whooshes through, performs magic, and leaves me in the dust.
After we were done, filthy and sweaty, we stopped to have a lunch that Heather scrounged from my refrigerator. And after lunch Heather cleaned up, Rachael went off to do some homework for her counseling job, Lucinda took a break, and I went to the store to get some party groceries.
A couple of hours after that a bunch of folks arrived to welcome Henry back to Asheville after his bone marrow transplant ordeal of this past year. Henry played with the new bottle border while Emily and Adam and the guests visited. And after most of the guests left, my family and a couple of our friends sat out on the lawn, admiring Rachael’s newly cleared gardens, my new bottle border, and, most especially, Lucinda’s handiwork.
Life with sisters (and a niece) is the finest thing I can imagine.