If you and I were to go on a coffee date, I’d definitely have to order an iced something, because holy cow, it is HOT here. Like, middle-of-August kind of hot.
Can we please sit inside in the sweet, glorious air conditioning? I mean, I love the outdoors as much as the next gal, but it’s so hot the chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs (well, not really—that’d be kinda awesome though and really convenient).
Because I already brought it up, you’d probably ask me about the chickens. And I’d start gushing about my feathered friends. Oh gosh, do I love them, so! We had them literally cooped up in their house for the past three weeks to help teach them where home is, but this past week, we’ve been letting them free range, and let me tell you, everything feels right in the world with a whole flock of chickens running around at your feet.
I’d tell you that we understand that free-ranging isn’t without risk, but we’ve done our best to provide lots of protection for our girls (and guy), and know in our heart-of-hearts that giving them the freedom to roam around the Plow and live their chicken-y lives is the right choice for us and them—at least until something changes. Seeing those ladies and gent run around and scratch and squawk and chase each other and fly and cluck and eat bugs and weeds makes my heart so happy.
I’d ask you if you ever thought about getting chickens, and you’d tell me you’d love to someday! I’d try to restrain myself from vomiting all over you with excited chicken talk—I know it can be overwhelming. Instead, I’d just tell you that you can ask me questions any time, and I’d love to help get you set up whenever you decide the time is right. I’d leave the subject by telling you chickens are amazing, we love them, and we don’t even have eggs yet!
Moving onto other homestead-y type ventures, I’d ask you how your garden is going this year. Remember when we went and picked out some plants for you to grow earlier in the Spring (while sipping on coffee and chatting about our kids, of course)? That was such a fun day!
You’d tell me that your tomatoes were doing well, but their leaves are looking a little purple. I’d tell you that was a phosphorus deficiency, and you could pick up some organic bone meal from the store, and it’ll fix that right up for you. Ain’t no thang. Actually, I’d tell you that if you just want to stop by later, I can give you a cup or two—that’s about all you’ll need for your beds. Then I’d feel seven different kinds of happy that I could help you out.
You’d then ask how our garden is going, and I’d tell you that I haven’t been this excited about a gardening season ever. I’d tell you it is going so well (and then knock on the wooden table). We’re doing a great job of keeping the weeds in check, keeping our plants organically fertilized, and really nurturing our babies.
I’d tell you that we’re reaching the end of all of our Spring crops—I just pulled out our pea plants yesterday. And our summer crops are making their way to producing. Amazingly, we picked our first tomato last week! We nabbed a few “cheater” tomato plants from our local vocational school that were already huge, just to get some early tomatoes. It was deeeeelicious!
The produce talk would remind me that I brought you a gift! I’ve already started my summer canning, so I brought you a jar of strawberry salsa and a jar of strawberry black pepper jam (I also threw in some kale and lettuce in the bag—we’re kinda drowning in greens over here). I’d then warn you that the strawberry salsa is crazy hot. Crazy delicious, but really, really spicy. I did a huge batch and threw in two jalapeños, which normally wouldn’t be that bad, but apparently I got the hottest jalapeños on the planet. You like spicy food, right? I hope so.
My gift would remind you that you had a question to ask me—what’s Juniper want for her birthday? I’d tell you that all that beautiful little girl wants is her friends and family at her birthday party in a few weeks. No gifts necessary! You’d then insist, because you’re sweet like that, and I’d begrudgingly tell you that we’d love to add to her library—so a new or used book would be great.
Speaking of the party, you’re coming right? I hope you are. It’s going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to celebrate my baby girl with all of her friends and family! You’d ask me how planning was going, and I’d tell you amazingly! There are a lot of Pinterest-y first birthday parties out there, and I’d tell you that Juniper’s ain’t going to be one of them. We’re going to have good food, good beer, good company, and that’s about it (oh, and balloons—I love balloons!). We’re keeping it pretty low-key.
And yes, I did just brush right past the fact that Juniper is going to be one year old in exactly nine days. I just. I can’t even. I don’t even. I just. So much emotion. I can’t talk about it. I love her so much. And this has been the most wonderful year of my life. Don’t get me started, k? Unless you want me to make a scene in the middle of this coffee shop?
You kindly change the subject and instead ask me how work is going. I admit that it’s been a rough road over the past few months. I love my job, and am so happy to be doing what I’m doing, but it’s very hard to put your all into doing something and then “release” it to the internet for commentary.
I’ve always been open to constructive criticism, but sometimes, people are just plain mean. And it makes me sad. I try not to be the sensitive girl I am, but my skin has never been thick (and honestly, I kinda love that about myself), so I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. I hope to take this experience and use it to teach Juniper how she can be kind-hearted and compassionate in her honesty, and that sensitivity is a wonderful gift if you learn to control it.
I then nervously laugh and tell you that was probably more than you were looking for, wasn’t it? Holy insecurities, Batman. Let’s talk about your career. Last time we talked, you were starting your own business. How’s that going? I’m sure amazingly well, because you are savvy, talented, and creative. I’d love to go in business with you some day. Next time, we should brainstorm some business ideas, because I think you and I would make one heck of a team.
Oops. I did it again. I took up our entire coffee date talking about myself. I’m pretty much a terrible friend. Next time! Next time, I promise is going to be 100% about you. I’ll even buy the coffee to make up for my self-centeredness. But for now, lots of love, hugs, peace, and sunshine to you and your family. xoxo!