For many of us, it's Easter Sunday, so let's start off with a very Easter-ish photo:
It is the only blooming daffodil at the farmette, but it holds its head up high, as if inviting the others to take courage and follow along!
Breakfast -- sunny again, cheerfully eaten in the sun room.
We're to have a week of rain (I hope; it's terribly dry out here), so we load outdoor work onto this day: more seeds to put in cups and flats and more spent stems to snip away. I have big projects in mind as well, but they can wait a few more weeks.
The cheepers follow, happy to be part of our gardening routines again. (Oreo gets a bug up his nose and returns to some of his feisty habits, but I shoo him away with spent branches and then complain long and hard to Ed, who never fails to defend his rooster pal.)
In the afternoon, we go for a walk in our county park. You don't notice spring so much here yet...
... unless you look toward the lake. I believe the last time we were here, there were ice huts and ice fishing was in full swing.
Not anymore.
Evening at the farmhouse. It's light outside and this more than anything brings home the fact that we're in an entirely new season. My daughter and her husband haven't been here for a Sunday dinner since before the birth of Snowdrop. It is so fitting to have the three of them now come for Easter Sunday dinner.
I'm way too excited to see Snowdrop again! I am told that she elicited a lot of grins in her journey through the day. Possibly, her new love of grabbing at her skirts had something to do with it.
Or maybe it's just that when she laughs, the world wants to laugh with her.
It is, as always, a wonderful way to end the week, or begin the week, depending on your calendar habits (the European calendars start the week with Monday, while the North American ones begin with Sunday).
I do hope your weekend, too, was full of good eating and warm embraces!
It is the only blooming daffodil at the farmette, but it holds its head up high, as if inviting the others to take courage and follow along!
Breakfast -- sunny again, cheerfully eaten in the sun room.
We're to have a week of rain (I hope; it's terribly dry out here), so we load outdoor work onto this day: more seeds to put in cups and flats and more spent stems to snip away. I have big projects in mind as well, but they can wait a few more weeks.
The cheepers follow, happy to be part of our gardening routines again. (Oreo gets a bug up his nose and returns to some of his feisty habits, but I shoo him away with spent branches and then complain long and hard to Ed, who never fails to defend his rooster pal.)
In the afternoon, we go for a walk in our county park. You don't notice spring so much here yet...
... unless you look toward the lake. I believe the last time we were here, there were ice huts and ice fishing was in full swing.
Not anymore.
Evening at the farmhouse. It's light outside and this more than anything brings home the fact that we're in an entirely new season. My daughter and her husband haven't been here for a Sunday dinner since before the birth of Snowdrop. It is so fitting to have the three of them now come for Easter Sunday dinner.
I'm way too excited to see Snowdrop again! I am told that she elicited a lot of grins in her journey through the day. Possibly, her new love of grabbing at her skirts had something to do with it.
Or maybe it's just that when she laughs, the world wants to laugh with her.
It is, as always, a wonderful way to end the week, or begin the week, depending on your calendar habits (the European calendars start the week with Monday, while the North American ones begin with Sunday).
I do hope your weekend, too, was full of good eating and warm embraces!
