As someone said on the radio this morning -- today, for the first time this year, it feels like October!
I agree. I pull on Ed's bulky jacket to let the cheepers out and, returning to the farmhouse, I am exceptionally grateful for the few remaining flowers lining my path to the door -- I know that in a few days, they'll all be gone.
We eat breakfast in the front room. Ed is surprised that this morning I eeked out a small bouquet from the garden. I tell him it's likely to be the last one.
We talk about elements of the week ahead -- it will be a busy one. I see the look on his face -- too much detail, you're throwing too much detail at me! That's okay. He'll retreat to the sheep shed for the remainder of the day where he'll regain his peace.
Just don't forget to be here for the grocery delivery (yes, we need more fruit and I have no time to pick them up)! And you might want to throw some wood shavings into the coop and...
Too much detail!
I smile and drive off, thinking -- well, juggling detail keeps the mind sharp. I'm keeping us cognitively healthy.
Snowdrop is a super late sleeper this morning. Finally. Up and bathed and ready to eat. She has that anxious look, as in -- are you going to feed me already?
She wears herself down after, practicing everything that's new and difficult.
No, you don't have to hold onto me, grandma... I don't think...
There, see grandma?
Oh, that girl! Sometimes she has me forget that she is just a tad more than nine months old. Consider this photo: doesn't it seem like she is participating in a debate and winning the round?
Snowdrop is only a babe when she is snuggling against you, sucking her thumb in that peculiarly Snowdrop fashion. At other times -- like here, when she is asking Virgil (in my interpretation) whether he is a Halloween cat...
...she seems like she a school aged child.
At the end of the day, my daughter comes back from work and she and I take off. We need a moment to catch up. We grab a drink at Gibs.
Such a good week! Time with both daughters, time with Snowdrop!
Wait, have I neglected Ed? Later, much later, I ask him that.
Shhh! He tells me. I'm listening to the debate.
I agree. I pull on Ed's bulky jacket to let the cheepers out and, returning to the farmhouse, I am exceptionally grateful for the few remaining flowers lining my path to the door -- I know that in a few days, they'll all be gone.
We eat breakfast in the front room. Ed is surprised that this morning I eeked out a small bouquet from the garden. I tell him it's likely to be the last one.
We talk about elements of the week ahead -- it will be a busy one. I see the look on his face -- too much detail, you're throwing too much detail at me! That's okay. He'll retreat to the sheep shed for the remainder of the day where he'll regain his peace.
Just don't forget to be here for the grocery delivery (yes, we need more fruit and I have no time to pick them up)! And you might want to throw some wood shavings into the coop and...
Too much detail!
I smile and drive off, thinking -- well, juggling detail keeps the mind sharp. I'm keeping us cognitively healthy.
Snowdrop is a super late sleeper this morning. Finally. Up and bathed and ready to eat. She has that anxious look, as in -- are you going to feed me already?
She wears herself down after, practicing everything that's new and difficult.
No, you don't have to hold onto me, grandma... I don't think...
There, see grandma?
Oh, that girl! Sometimes she has me forget that she is just a tad more than nine months old. Consider this photo: doesn't it seem like she is participating in a debate and winning the round?
Snowdrop is only a babe when she is snuggling against you, sucking her thumb in that peculiarly Snowdrop fashion. At other times -- like here, when she is asking Virgil (in my interpretation) whether he is a Halloween cat...
...she seems like she a school aged child.
At the end of the day, my daughter comes back from work and she and I take off. We need a moment to catch up. We grab a drink at Gibs.
Such a good week! Time with both daughters, time with Snowdrop!
Wait, have I neglected Ed? Later, much later, I ask him that.
Shhh! He tells me. I'm listening to the debate.
Similar conversations here. Too much detail. Little S is a delight as always. ox
ReplyDeleteI find it interesting that Ed can multitask so well within his workplace (well, in the days when he worked), but cannot do it when you bring many layers of activities from many spheres of life to the table. The one thing at a time approach suits him so well, except that he doesn't make lists and he forgets and I forget...
DeleteI enjoyed your photos from the weekend with family. That's what we did too last weekend - all got together for my husband's birthday.
ReplyDeleteNothing better in the world than watching the young people interact so warmly, and holding that baby, who now knows how to swivel around and back down from any lap or piece of furniture.
We visited New Riff Distillery, along the Ohio River (on the "other" side :) Little granddaughter was absolutely riveted by every new thing she saw. I know what you mean about the baby/child back and forth. So MUCH is going on there! But then she will turn to her mother to nurse and conk out in bliss...definitely still a baby. strawberry blond like your little girl. Just one more reason I enjoy Ocean so much - our parallel lives. Mine not as exciting as yours, though, or else you'd be reading MY blog.
In the garden this glorious fall week, the best thing I see is the pineapple sage with its red trumpet flowers. They were six inch plants when I brought them home in spring and now they're four feet tall, like a shrub. We have a lot of work to do right now, with a hundred pine cones dropping on the driveway and needles needing to swept every other day. Did you know they are a great mulch for the hostas? Apparently slugs HATE pine needles.
A photo would be lovely...
DeleteI wish we had more pine and fewer leaves! Oh, do we have the fallen leaves! We mow some down into mulch and ignore the rest. Our trees are way too large. Nothing to do but watch them grow and hope they leave enough sunshine hours for my flower fields.