Tuesday, October 17, 2017

it's a beautiful day...

It is as if spring has come to the farmette: suddenly I am outdoors more than I am indoors and I am working hard!

We wake up to sunshine and somewhat warmer temperatures. The kind of weather you dream about in the dead of winter: mild and inviting.

We eat breakfast in a sun drenched room...

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(The two hens eat in a sun drenched courtyard...)

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And shortly after, we drive the two miles to the disc golf course. You know, the place we have just discovered for our frisbee games. (It's a lovely drive today! The rural roads are stunning in their drapes of gold.)

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True, the "disc golf course" closes for the season in ten days, but with a week of brilliant weather, we plan to indulge!

Only we don't really know how to play.

Ed has a solution for every new set of challenges: read the instructions, or, better yet -- watch a youtube tutorial. A tax law clawing at your assets? Google it and read read read! A furnace explodes on you? Search the Internet (and youtube) for fixes. Disc golf stumping you?  We watch a video.

Oh, so that's how you do it!

I can't say we threw the discs (frisbees) perfectly each time, but we played an honest game of 18 "holes" (baskets really), some of it in breathtakingly beautiful surroundings...

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...and I laughed good and hard when the little plastic discs veered into the brush or woodlands!

On the drive home, we passed a lone crane.  Hi crane. You sure you should be here still?

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And in the late afternoon, I am with Snowdrop, but it is a brief moment of play, as I need to get her to an appointment soon after.

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She swings, climbs, plays, eats -- all in the space of an hour.

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Toward evening, I am back at the farmhouse. Ed is busy with one of his engineering projects. The air is getting cooler. I take out my shovel and I haul a crate (really, a huge crate) of bulbs out to my flower fields.

I don't plant them all. But I make a dent. Well over a hundred bulbs went into the ground today. With several hundred more to go.

I'm not in a hurry. I dig and plant. Dig and plant. Dig and plant.

And then I collapse in some Yoga position that should lead to ultimate relaxation but in reality just pushes me to the couch for the rest of the evening. We eat leftovers for dinner. I'm to tired to cook an ambitiously complicated meal.