It’s Sunday and I’m doing the morning ritual of washing. Amarina is upstairs fiddling around on an English project. Bruce is going through his ‘to-do’ list while Jessie wanders around finding ways to get dirty.
In her immature language, she tells me she is going to pick flowers from Sister’s garden.
“Okay, see ya,” I call.
She trots up the hill to the area under the pergola. I continue hanging out the washing, gazing out at the mountains and trees in between pieces of clothing. Jessie comes back with a bunch of yellow snap-dragons in one hand, and some grass in the other.
“I dot some Rhodes vahss,” she tells me.
“Oh, really?” I wasn’t that sure of her identification. “Show me.”
She brings the grass closer and I see the grass heads coming off the top of the stem like a star.
“Is that Rhodes Grass?” I ask Bruce.
He looks, and Jessie tells me confidently, “It is Rhodes vahss, betause dat’s what the bid people tall it.”
Bruce agrees and we stand there, marvelling at the three-year old who can identify grass species.
She toddles upstairs to find a cup for her flowers and grass, and soon she is back. This time she has added an old tulle fairy dress over her shorts and shirt.
“Woo-hoo!” she cries out. “I’m so e-sited. I’m wearing my fairy vess. Woo-hoo!” She runs in circles.
It is a happy time. Hayley the cat sidles over for some pats, and we potter around in the morning sunshine.
Bruce plays with the wiring on our hot water system. The system appeared to have died back in January, and Bruce had rigged up a temporary fix until we could investigate it further. For several months we’ve had to turn on a switch outside, under the house, whenever we wanted the hot water, run the tap, then go back downstairs to turn the switch off again. It turned our evening shower routine into a production line of people dashing in and out of the bathroom to get it all done in one hit, to save the trek up and down stairs.
Soon Bruce tells me he has fixed our hot water system. He turns the hot tap on in the laundry and hot water flows. I shake Bruce’s hand and congratulate him on his blokiness.
Now it’s my turn to be e-sited. Woo-hoo!
“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” Philippians 4:4 NIV