Tuesday, July 29, 2014

a quiet Monday

You'll say -- how is that different from the other days? They all seem quiet!

Well now, I suppose that's right. How often do I step out of this farmette and rub shoulders with the wider world?

Ah, but I travel -- I'll answer. And when I return, home again, "quiet" is a very desirable entity. It's as if I need it to digest everything.


Today I did not step out much. I dutifully rode the bike to the library...


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(past harvested wheat)



...to return old stuff and take out new stuff, and my stepper applauded me for my efforts, but aside from this, I stayed put.

I could end the post right now, because if I stayed put, is there more to add?

Yes. No day is the same. So for example, for the first time in a long while, Ed and I did not eat breakfast together. It was one of those moments where he almost forgot a meeting at work and when he did remember, it was impossible to imagine that we could fit in a morning meal. This was his breakfast:


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And this was mine (much later):


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Otherwise, let me fill your space with flowers, okay? So, this batch is for you.


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(toward the sheep shed)




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(north of the farmhouse)




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(west of the farmhouse)