Summer has a bit of magic that swirls around the fringes of complete insanity. Just when I think I'll surely hole up and die of exhaustion, there are teeny moments of pure, well, magic that revive my soul enough to complete another task… another chore… another harvest.
While I was snuggled up to Sally's flank, watching the milk fill the bucket, I felt some little fingers on my shoulder from behind. I turned around to see this face:
Oh Georgia. When, oh when!, did you get so big. When did you start to develop into a mature little girl, full of thoughts, opinions, and desires?
All summer she's been surprising me with her requests and imagination. Yesterday, it began with baking a “special supper for the kitties” – which involved chopped up weeds, milk, egg, cat food, pieces of fat from our home-smoked ham, and water. She served it in a fancy dish after “baking it until golden”.
Seriously. It's killing me! I just want to squeeze her!
After getting my attention in the milking parlor, she asked if she could borrow my camera. I'd lugged it down to the barn in hopes of snapping a few new pictures of Lyle for you all (which, by the way, is extremely difficult!). Calves are faaaast. And he was extra flavors of rowdy last night.
I hesitated to grant her request because my camera is expensive. And on top of that, it's heavy, big, and requires looking through the view-finder and manual adjustments.
But then I thought to myself – hold your denial horses, self. This is what she sees you do. She sees that you love this and now she wants to love it. Nurture that.
So I set the camera best I could for her, handed it over (strap around the neck, of course) and sent her off to explore.
What's even better than the shots that came out of it was her attitude while she was taking them. Her enthusiasm was through the roof and she kept telling me to hold things out or stand in a certain spot. After she's take the photograph, she'd say something like “Oh, that was just bewtiful.” “Oh Mom, you look great!”. “Oh, how cool!”
We wandered back up to the house – Stu took the silky, raw milk inside and Georgia and I gathered eggs from the hens and a few ripe tomatoes from the greenhouse, all of which she insisted on capturing.
I wanted to share the photos with you. These are completely unedited – straight from the camera.
I couldn't stop smiling as I flipped through – this is the world that Georgia sees, of her choosing, from her perspective. Her little brothers were already in bed… or I'm sure they would've made the cut as well.
The World As Georgia Sees It
Also – can someone please tell me when I started to get those weird wrinkles around my eyes?
When did that happen? Was it the first child? The second? The third? Must I just submit to the adulthood that has enabled such a photographer to grow out of my first child?
Regardless, the world as Georgia sees it is a place I want to be. Giant wrinkles and all.