Saturday, February 28, 2015

Saturday

The day dawns brilliantly! It's cold, but the sun is strong and spirits, at least our spirits down here, at the farmhouse, are high!

Breakfast is a delight. Daffodils are selling at $4 per huge bunch. Irresistible and such a strong statement about the inevitability of spring.


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The rest of the day belongs to Snowdrop, who is visiting at the farmette.

At first, when she arrives, she takes stock, looking for the familiar.


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Finding it, she pours forth the smiles.


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We play the dancing moose game (what, you don't know it? it's where the Minnesotan moose discovers itself to be in Madison... Ha ha ha! So funny!)


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I remember the first time I left my kids overnight. There was no texting, no email, no cell phone. You left a string of phone numbers and hoped nothing would happen between the time you were at one and the next.

Not surprisingly, barely an hour had passed since her drop off and Snowdrop's parents were texting, inquiring about her wellbeing. She was, of course, fine, but I wondered, had she been a wreck, would they have fretted? Ah, technology! It reassures, but it also can exacerbate worry. Still, on balance it offers the opportunity for a quick check-in. You can always decide not to make use of it. (By the way, typing with one finger while patting a baby's back with the other hand is ... interesting.)


After lunch, Ed takes a minute to cuddle Snowdrop. Both have an expression of delight, with a touch of terror...


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I take her outside then. It's as warm as it'll get today -- upper teens, but the sun makes it an almost warm set of minutes. Though I limit the first run in the newly assembled farmhouse stroller to the mailbox and back.


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In the mailbox, I find the Etsy baby quilt I ordered. Terrific turnaround! I must have searched a thousand quilts. This one was the obvious choice. For the strawberries. For the birds. For the cheepers!


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Of course, you can't just keeping on going, from one thing to the next. The girl needs a break. I put on Chopin Nocturnes, and little Snowdrop adopts one of her favorite resting positions. (This is when I get the post written.)


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Evening is about to set in at the farmette.  In a repeat of yesterday, deer come to dig and graze in my large flower bed.


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I don't usually post this early, but hey, I'll grab my minutes of quiet time as they come. She's gurgling on my lap, content. I'm gurgling on the computer, equally content.

4 comments:

  1. More beautiful quilts and blankets!

    I had to smile at your honesty, delight with a touch of terror. They'll get use to each other as they spend more time together. Soon the terror will leave and only delight will be left. ;)

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  2. What a precocious smiler! And what a beautiful quilt! Have a lovely overnight with Snowdrop.

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  3. Great quilt! And great job writing in odd moments... makes my morning sunny just reading it. I will have to learn more about Dancing Moose game... Moose was my brother's nickname as a kid!

    It's not only texting and email that changes things... there's also this blog of yours, wonderful for those of us far away from Madison!

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