Saturday, July 25, 2015


And now the weekend is upon us and even though it isn't entirely the same as other summer weekends (it's not every Saturday that I wake up with Snowdrop and my daughter in the farmhouse), it surely feels familiar.

The little girl is up at a very respectable 8:30 and as always, is delighted to be greeted in the crib.

Okay, okay, time to get up. And hey, I'm smart about her eating habits: she is one messy baby when it comes to high chair foods and so I take her out of her pajamas and sit her right down with a bib and diaper, nothing more. Banana and squash quickly appear on all possible surfaces.

And then it's bath time, and more feedings -- all those wonderful things you do in the morning with a baby that's just happy to be out facing the day with you.

Eventually we all come together on the porch for the adult breakfast. Well, let's just say that it's the adults now that do the eating.

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And then I get Snowdrop ready for her big outing: grandma, mommy and baby will be taking a walk by the lake, all the way to the farmers market.

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Snowdrop is in grand spirits (you may not be able to tell this just looking at the photos...).

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She has that magical playfulness about her, even though the walk is long and very warm.

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The market itself is like my garden: it peaks with abundance right about now. I see the first ears of local corn, the sour cherries from Door County, all forms of root and leafy vegetables. Heaven.

Time to return. The sky is cloudless, the air is still. I get back to my car and head home.

This is when I catch up on my contemplative time. In the garden, yes that...

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And in the farmhouse too. It's been such a good day -- from its earliest minutes to the time when the sun once again leaves marks of gold on the flower fields.

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