I can’t tell you the last time we were in the US for July Fourth weekend since the girls were born. We usually pack up and leave for France as soon as school wraps up. But times are changing and the girls wanted to do a few summer camps here in July so we postponed our vacation a bit later till the end of the month.
It’s great to be in the US this holiday. I must say it was a little sad and felt a bit disloyal to celebrate Independence Day in Europe when this holiday calls for all things American. So I was glad to have spent the weekend a bit in the Catskills/Woodstock/Hudson/Phoenicia/Saugerties area and be home in time to see my sister’s new house and go to a friend’s barbecue party.
Another school year in the books and we’re a year away from being completely done with grade school! As I look at the photos I’ve taken over the last few weeks, I can’t help but just smile and be thankful. I’m happy to still have my parents around, grateful that they’ve stayed together the last 50 years of their marriage despite many ups and downs. I’m thankful that my girls are healthy and growing up to be caring and thoughtful human beings (when they want to be, anyway). I’m happy that summer is here and that I feel vital and strong despite turning another year older and creeping closer to a major birthday milestone. Lastly, I’m grateful to have friends who have enriched my life. No matter how close or far they live from me, their essence and being continue to nourish me.
Beach Plum Farm, a market/farm/restaurant venue, was one of our stops in Cape May a few weeks ago. Yes, I know it’s a bit glammed-up for a farm but I still love seeing the gardens, looking at the local produce and just hanging out by the fire pit area. Most importantly, I love how the farm harkens back to Jersey’s agricultural days.
Beach Plum Farm was founded by Curtis Bashaw, who also owns Congress Hall and the Virginia Hotel. The farm also supplies local produce to these establishments as well as other Cape May eateries. If you’re visiting Cape May this summer, make sure to check out Beach Plum Farm!
Can someone promise me that the weather will get warmer in the next few days and it will stay that way until October? I think we’ve had the coldest and wettest May in recent history. Even Memorial Day weekend, often the turning point in terms of warmer temps, yielded only to partly sunny days with rainstorms and drizzle interrupting what was supposed to be an idyllic weekend.
Nevertheless, we did our usual thing, our tradition of spending Memorial Day weekend in Cape May to be by the ocean and be with dear friends. Even if we didn’t get to spend much time at the beach, the kids strolled daily along the boardwalk as they try to make the most of the outdoor situation. We also played board games, did a little shopping and visited a Beach Plum Farm (more on that on the next post).
How was your weekend?
They stole our beer
This time of the year feels like most parents are on a high-speed train. We are all rushing from one thing to the next to meet school year-end obligations like recitals and championship games. Personally, I feel like I’m just holding my breath as I try to juggle as many things as possible, doing the best that I can and making sure I don’t mess up anything.
Then, something like the Manchester bombing happens and suddenly we’re awaken to what is crucial. It’s not the running around and achievement-making that are important, right? At the end of the day, what matters is how much we love our kids and how we live our lives. Do we live everyday to fight for those things we cherish and value the most? Do we take the time to look at our loved ones in the eyes and tell them how much we value them?
I’m about to take my younger daughter to her first concert in two weeks and the Manchester incident made me reflect on things a bit more. Seeing the number of children killed (mostly girls, I believe) makes me angry, scared and sad. I keep thinking of how I’d feel if I were one of those parents whose child was hurt at the concert. Would I feel eternal remorse and guilt? I’m sure I would. Yet at same time, I believe that there’s a Higher Being who guides me through life and that I have got to have faith that things will work out. Furthermore, I simply cannot let radicals dictate how I live and rob me of basic pleasures in life. For if I were to always live in constant fear, I may as well cease to exist.
Photos from last week’s track meet…