departure

We wake to frost, but just barely. One cheeper water bowl has an edge of ice crystals -- that's pretty convincing that the thermometer dipped overnight. But it's never an even distribution of cold molecules out there and I am ever so grateful that all potted annuals just made the cut. Phew! Now let's move on to the warmer stuff! (Needless to say, we waited with planting the tomatoes. A good thing. They'll go in toward the end of the month.)

Things look glorious outside! I'm leaving with beautiful images in my head.






My flight isn't until late afternoon and you would think I'd have plenty of hours, let alone minutes to finish readying the farmette (water plants, hang with the cheepers, pull a few more weeds...) and tucking just washed shirts into my suitcase. But I get it into my head that I should make a dent in our oversupply of rhubarb and bake Ed that strawberry rhubarb cake again.






Well obviously, things got tight then. My images switched from "oh, how lovely is the world" to "oh dear, why do I do these last minute projects?"






Breakfast, however, is calm. Cake in oven, meal in sun room. Lovely. With a patient Ed, putting up with it all, perhaps because even he will admit that the scurry and rush is just a tad nicer than an empty farmhouse.






And at 2:30, Ed and I load the car and drive over to pick up Snowdrop (because our car has the kid seat). And the next post will be from France.