Thursday

If a tree is leaning one way and you want to chop it down and have it fall in the opposite direction, there are ways to trick the laws of physics! Ed is mastering them by trial and error: the last leaning tree he felled went the way the tree gods had intended, leaving Ed to return to the drawing board to perfect his devious slight of hand.

After breakfast...





... he sets to work. In an hour or so he pokes his head in and asks -- do you want to come out to take a picture?
Now, I've taken photos of him cutting down trees before. They are never great photos because I'm too concerned about standing in the way of the tree or, in the alternative, watching a horror unfold as the tree falls on the one who is chopping it down. But for some reason, Ed likes to have me there with camera in hand, just in case all goes well.

I stand at a distance and do a halfhearted focus on him putting in wedges, while answering his constant question -- is it starting to lean away from me?
No.
How about now?
No.






And then, suddenly, there is that splintering noise of a tree coming down and lo and behold, the tree does fall in the direction Ed had chosen for it.

Did you get that? -- he asks, enormously pleased with his success.
Of course not. I was totally unprepared. You didn't tell me it was about to come down.
I hadn't known it was ready!

Ah well. It is now lying comfortably away from the old orchard, away from the pines, its top half sprawling into the construction site of the new development.

Perfect! -- Ed says, jubilantly.
I smile at his satisfaction. It makes up for the hours spent on the microwave, which still is quite broken, despite the new part Ed had wrangled in.



In the afternoon I pick up Snowdrop. (We're searching the school playground for her unicorn mittens. The girl is still post-nap sleepy and wishes so much I would pick her up! I do.)






Recovered. Playing truck ride at the farmhouse. Her idea.






A story unfolds. Food is involved.






Our playtime isn't terribly long because I have an early evening date with Snowdrop and Sparrow's mom. We're heading out for a glass of wine at a new wine bar in their neighborhood. As well we should. When you see your daughter only when there are kids around, you never really exhale and chat about the consequential and inconsequential details of life. Sooner or later, you're interrupted by the demands of the young ones. So tonight, we catch up.






We've had a string of pretty days. I am very very happy about that.

Wednesday

Sunny and cold. Beautiful but chilly. Bright and crisp.

We chase the sun at breakfast time. In winter, the front room nearly always delivers it.






We've set aside the morning to pick up a TV for my mom. She'd resisted, thinking that a commitment to cable was a necessity. We're going to show her it's not. Off to the big box! (Isn't it amazing that you can get a lovely 23 inch TV for $88?)

On the way, I pause to admire the sandhill cranes. I take out my camera.
You already took a photo of them! Possibly the same ones!
Ed, that pretty maple in the Arboretum? I photographed it last year as well. We live a life of repeats!
At least that maple was a year back, so that no one really remembers.
October, November -- they're crane months. Ocean merely reflects that beautiful reality.

Snap.






TV installed at my mom's, we return to the farmhouse. Ed wants to chop down another tree. A new microwave part has come in from Ebay -- that needs a tinker. Stop sign needs more food (here she is, belly getting fatter each day)...






And of course, I have to pick up the little girl.

Snowdrop is ebullient! No nap for her today in school! She prefers to romp outside. At the farmette, she just wants to stay out and fly her art project -- a kite. I'm cold. She is not.

The kite spins like a tornado!







She soars, I shiver.






I remind her that we must get ready for storybook ballet. She begs for X more minutes. The amount is meaningless -- it's just a stalling tactic.

Ah, but that we could have it all!






While in the big box store, Ed had picked up a pair of new shoes. Good bye to the ones with broken soles and holes everywhere, Hello, Wranglers. He loves your price tag: $19. Amazing.

He shows off his shoes, she shows off her kite.





Snowdrop, hurry up and come inside!
In one minute!

She is full speed ahead today. Her energy knows no bounds.






Is it the sunshine? An October exuberance?





So much joy in one small child!


At the farmette, one or two lilies come back for a last smile at our autumnal skies. October lilies are magical: small, intense, beautiful. Like a child spinning a kite on a windy day.

Tuesday

 Late Monday night, we pop the usual bowl of popcorn. Not for us the silly prebagged stuff: we like the baby white kernels (Amish, bought in 10 lb bags) popped up without the annoying hull bits that get in your teeth. Fluffy and delightful!

It's better than ever! -- we proclaim, almost in one voice.
That dumb little  $50 microwave appears to do a nicer job than our bigger built in machine.
But we have to fix the big one -- it would be weird without it there. Like a gaping hole. Besides, it has a vent and a light for late night cooking! And the little machine takes up precious counter space.
We should put the little one into the broken big one!

Laughter at midnight is a good thing.

Early in the morning, I get a call that my mom needs help as she is once again under medical care. I leave a sleeping Ed and take her to her home, stopping at various places to do some trivial errands. Things are okay, just in need of a little attention. As I drive back to the farmette and listen to the lovely music on the radio, I think Ed type thoughts -- one button and the heat in the car comes on. Another -- you have music. Amazing!

I call Ed as I pull into the driveway. It's nearly 11, but the guy is still asleep. I tend to the animals, filling Stop Sign's dish with lots of cat food. Ed has constructed a little cave of a place for her for the winter. We're hoping she'll take to it, though we don't really know where she hangs out at night. And here's a worry: she is petite as always, but she is getting a very fat belly. Are we going to get kittens along with the first snow? We had toyed with trapping her to get her neutered, but she is a distrustful cat and not at all acclimated to life among humans. We decided not to spook her just yet and now here she is, walking around with a fat belly.

It's noon. Ed's up. We have breakfast. It's a cool but sunny day. We'll take it!






Our afternoon is a little different: in watching the weather patterns, I thought today might be a good day to take a hike with Snowdrop. She and I have gone to the Arboretum in previous Falls, but we have never gone beyond the vast meadows here, leading her to one day complain that we've never hiked in a forest.

Today, I corral Ed to the effort: we pick up the excited little girl at school and head for the woods.






The "meadow" that we cross has a grand collection of maples...






This is all fine and well, but the girl is most interested in reaching the forest.






And we do and it's quite lovely! So much to study!






So much to admire!






When she is ready to turn back, I suggest a pause for a snack. She is thrilled that I have packed a blanket and a few cookies, nuts and pieces of fruit.






(A playful pause...)






Our Arboretum is a beautiful and vast space. We limit our explorations today so that Snowdrop isn't too overwhelmed by it.






She needs her book time and her play time as much as she needs to set foot in that forest. Today, we have time for both.

Monday

Oh, the pretty side of fall!






You know -- when sunshine plays with yellowing leaves of a crab apple tree, when it's cold, but not too cold. Green and gold cold.






Well, a little too cold for October. Just above freezing. You tend to hurry indoors after feeding the animals.

I do hurry, in part because it's the day when Sparrow comes over early in the morning, to join us for breakfast.






Invariably, he is in a sweet mood then. Most kids are in those early hours, when they've had enough sleep and enough food and are ready for the challenges ahead. Which for Sparrow includes such serious stuff as staying upright!






Oops!






Let's straighten you out a bit.






No grandkid of mine makes it through babyhood without a cuddly moment reading this book:






What do you think, baby Sparrow, is it outdoor weather? Let's give it a try!






And before you know it, it's time to pick up Snowdrop.






Juggling two young kid temperaments can be tricky. Sparrow likes it enough when I read some chapters of Anna Hibiscus to the two of them. He's even okay with the idea that Snowdrop is then eager to set up a dance school, where she is the instructor, Ed is the student and Sparrow is the audience.






And he is joyous at the prospect of being part of a school picnic lunch, with plenty of misbehaving children  --  that was Snowdrop's next inspired idea.






But at some point he let me know that a nap would have been very nice, thank you. Having been deprived of one, he crashes in my arms.

That's okay. Snowdrop entertains me by making up her own lyrics to "on top of spaghetti." (A song that I had been humming for who knows what reason to Sparrow as he dozed off.)






Toward evening, the little girl wants oh so much to tend to the cheepers. Ed was held up on the phone, so she is on her own. The cheepers are excited: another hand to feed their hungry heads.





Lovely day, no? Oh, there were some quirky moments: Ed's sailing gig got canceled (boat owners decided not to show their boat in Florida) and though he was offered another, he decided to give it a rest for now. Then, my mom had a bit of a set back. Too, the loud trucks resumed construction work in the development around us. But as Ed said -- wow! you press a button and we have warm soup (dinner was a reheat of yesterday's bounty). You click another and your furnace starts. Reach into the fridge and out comes a mango. Go to a doc and you get a vaccination for your child so she can run around and tell stories about school picnics where children misbehave.

Yep. All that, and so much more!

Sunday

Late, very late into Saturday evening, our bathroom counter looked like this:





I know I promised not to post pictures of chores, but repair work on the broken shower so defined the day for Ed (and therefore for me), that I couldn't help myself.

And then, close to midnight, something gave way and something else fell into place (I can provide you with no better details than that) and boom! The shower head once again released water and the handle turned and magically, when it was on hot, the water came out hot and when it was on cold, the water came out cold.

You don't appreciate such fantastic luxuries until they're suddenly snatched away from you.

Of course, it took me the better part of Sunday morning to scrub that shower clean. So why not just scrub the whole bathroom, the whole house in fact, and get that shine back into our small piece of heaven here?



By the time the house is clean enough even for my standards, it is noon.

We sit down for breakfast. I stick my bowl of oats into the microwave. Two minutes later it's stone cold.

Ed, I think the microwave is not working again...

(Eventually, I do cook those oats one way or another and we do eat our now no longer morning meal...)






And what do we do with the rest of this dismally gray and cold day? Yep, we fiddle with the microwave. That is, Ed searches the internet for a new control panel (or in the alternative, a used microwave on Craigslist, because this one is no longer manufactured and no one, no one wants to tear it out of its bracket under the stove in order to put in something new and different). I go back to tidying. There is always more to tidy.

In the end I tell Ed, using my most convincing voice: you are not going sailing until we come up with a fix for the microwave problem!

(This is somewhat silly, since right now, he is not going sailing because for reasons that are unknown to Ed and the sailing crew, the boat is not ready to be moved, so my threat is rather idle.)

Being a guy who looks for the simple solutions in life, Ed walks over to the sheep shed and brings his mini microwave from there as a temporary replacement. So now our kitchen looks terribly cluttered, what with two microwaves. I'm shaking my head in dismay. Ed puts a nice ceramic bowl that we had purchased together in Portugal on top of his microwave and proclaims (clearly trying to win me over) that the whole effect is rather European.






Sunday evening. The young family does not come tonight, as they have another social obligation. I cook for just the two of us. On a cool gray day, simmering up a pot of butternut squash soup and tossing a salad with some farmhouse eggs is pretty near perfect. Not very photographable, but perfect nonetheless.






Late, late into the night, Ed and I make up a grocery list of foods he'd like to have on board the boat (based on what the shore front store has in stock). The captain is asking for such details, making us think that maybe the trip is imminent. Maybe.

Saturday

The frost came and did its harsh work against the nasturtium and all sensitives plants out there. It wasn't a hard frost, but a mild one -- a funny distinction, because for most annuals, frost is frost.

It was cold enough for us to focus on farmhouse work.

After breakfast.






For me -- well, there's a potpourri of little things to tidy up. For Ed, it means fixing the shower. It turns out to be a whole day project and to get right to the denouement -- by the end of the day, it remains broken.

A seemingly little chore turned big.


The afternoon is somewhat unusual in one other way: the kids are at the farmhouse, as the parents are otherwise occupied.

Only minimally encouraged (egged on?) by me, Snowdrop launches a story. A fish story. It has to do with the fact that Sparrow has this toy fish...






(It's a tale of many twists and spins.)






(Funny moments abound.)






(Sparrow follows along good naturedly. Even though his access to his toy fish is at stake.)






(After all, there are other fish to fry.)






Snowdrop reaches a moment of great drama:  Sparrow cannot be on that play mat! There are little fish swimming around and they bite!






No, Gaga! Do not put away that pillow! It's fish food!






(A serious pause for watermelon.)






"Does that mean I can have my fish back?"






Yes, go for it, Sparrow. Snowdrop has moved on to her Lego characters.






Maybe you and I can read a book?







Later, much later, Ed asks me if I want to go to Home Depot or Menards. He wants to dismantle the shower further. He needs a little tool for that job.
Maybe we could play a round of disc golf?

He seems so worn out by the day of work that has brought no resolution to the shower problem. An outing is a great idea.

And it's a beautiful outing. We pass fields of cranes...






...doing their flirtatious, territorial dance...






So many birds, big and small, looking for ways to survive the next season.