carts and horses

It’s hard to watch a teenager learn lessons.  It’s hard to watch them not get what they want because they are learning those lessons. 

Last night, Sydney got her cart before her horse on basketball camp.  She asked if she could go home with one of the basketball players, whose mother we know well, after basketball practice tomorrow. 

What she forgot to do was to find out how she was going to get to basketball practice in the first place.  She did not know when it started, what time of day, what the recurring days were.  She had not asked how she was going to be getting there.  None of the responsibility stuff.

And, that left Rob with so many questions, that we never got to the “could she go home with a friend after.” 

This is a lesson she will have to learn.  The lesson of taking care of her own business.  Unfortunately, it is not a pleasant lesson to teach because we would have been glad to have her spend the day with a friend.  But, doesn’t look like that’s going to happen this week.  We still have to figure out how to get her there twice a week, all summer long, during work hours.

On a happier note, after the sun came up yesterday, I spent a while in the yard, playing in the flowers.  I wanted to share some pics.

These are the June daylilies. 

Red

Green…or a pale enough yellow to appear green.

Peach

And, this undesirable triple orange that must have cross bred with something red because my other triple is just orange.

And, other vignettes:

  

 

And, that red pot, filled with creeping fig.

All in all, we had a good weekend.  A good balance of play and work.  That’s what they should be.  Unfortunately, sometimes the work needs extra time, and we like to balance that with some weekends of extra fun. 

We’re preparing for vacation.  Just four weeks.  Time to see if last year’s clothes fit.

Lane