A hazy, sunny morning, lovely in its simple tones. We have an overnight guest at the farmette -- an engineering intern, here from Austria, with the unfortunate circumstance of having had his apartment damaged by fire because he was kind enough to make Wiener Schnitzel for a company social event. Something about forgetting to turn off the stove, but I could be missing a little in the translation.
I can't linger much over breakfast. Tuesday is an early day at Snowdrop's home. I barely have time to drop off a mouse in the fields to the far north (if it's all the same mouse family, then I think we're starting in on the cousins, because this one was number seven for the year).
I've said before that Snowdrop is an energetic little girl. This morning she surely fulfilled that promise. After her breakfast and bath she lingers maybe for a handful of minutes...
... and then she is off. To the kitchen.
To the bathroom. The hallway.
The closet.
Up the stairs, chasing Virgil, or I should say trailing Virgil who moves with lightening speed, especially on the stairs.
Her bedroom.
The kitchen again -- exploring the finest details of whatever item she encounters along the way.
(Sometimes sampling her discoveries...)
Yes, at some point we do take a break. I contemplate taking a nap at the same time she takes hers, but settle in for a nice cup of chamomile tea instead. Very grandmotherly of me, no?
And here's the other grandmotherly deed -- in the late afternoon I insist on that fresh air play. The little puff ball starts with some leaf piles...
... but we take a brisk stroll as well and the air is perfect for it: crisp, but not yet off-putting.
I know November will give us some poor weather days soon enough (tomorrow?), but I'm not thinking about that right now. It has been a beautiful month thus far. Truly beautiful.
I can't linger much over breakfast. Tuesday is an early day at Snowdrop's home. I barely have time to drop off a mouse in the fields to the far north (if it's all the same mouse family, then I think we're starting in on the cousins, because this one was number seven for the year).
I've said before that Snowdrop is an energetic little girl. This morning she surely fulfilled that promise. After her breakfast and bath she lingers maybe for a handful of minutes...
... and then she is off. To the kitchen.
To the bathroom. The hallway.
The closet.
Up the stairs, chasing Virgil, or I should say trailing Virgil who moves with lightening speed, especially on the stairs.
Her bedroom.
The kitchen again -- exploring the finest details of whatever item she encounters along the way.
(Sometimes sampling her discoveries...)
Yes, at some point we do take a break. I contemplate taking a nap at the same time she takes hers, but settle in for a nice cup of chamomile tea instead. Very grandmotherly of me, no?
And here's the other grandmotherly deed -- in the late afternoon I insist on that fresh air play. The little puff ball starts with some leaf piles...
... but we take a brisk stroll as well and the air is perfect for it: crisp, but not yet off-putting.
I know November will give us some poor weather days soon enough (tomorrow?), but I'm not thinking about that right now. It has been a beautiful month thus far. Truly beautiful.
Snowdrop, though she's getting all around, does not look quite "like herself" in her expression. Maybe, like our little C., she's getting a little fall cold.
ReplyDeleteC goes to a "Nurture Center" two mornings a week, and really, she has had cold after cold. She doesn't seem to know any differently. She can sneeze and snort and still be happy. Sigh. Too bad life requires both parents to work nowadays.
After a fantastic grandma kind of weekend - I'll tell you, she seems to want to teach ME how her hide and seek ball-drop toy works - I am back to my busy preschool life, making applesauce and collecting bags of leaves and acorns with the children - today I thought of you because I was cooking throughout all of this gray day, cooking with wine, tippling a bit!
No, no cold. She had tiny sniffles only once -- a month or so ago, but so far, no real colds, despite these classes with other young ones. I'm sure she'll get her share once she starts school for real.
DeleteI think I tend to not go for the easy smile with the camera these days. I tend to take photos not when we are engaged in something together but when she is contemplative and preoccupied. So you get the more serious expressions.
What do you do with the bags of leaves?
Is that independent standing I see?! And stair climbing! And a clip in her hair! Changes every day!!!
ReplyDeleteI've only seen two peepers in your photos these days. Did I miss something while I was traveling?
ReplyDeleteOne of the white girls died during my June trip. She had been ill for a while -- a dropped placenta, I think. Oreo the rooster went to a new home in July. He is now master chicken in a pen with 32 girls.
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