Thursday

Two days after the election. Are we all adjusting to the new reality? Well, if you fill your days with routines that are the same today as they were last week, you really do have to stop thinking and rethinking what's what and instead, you concentrate on fitting in your usual two grocery stores and putting away the perishables ever so quickly so that you wont be late to pick up your granddaughter at school. Only when she sleeps briefly in the afternoon do you allow yourself the luxury of reflecting on what just happened.


Our morning dawned with a repeat of this most precious gift this year: perfect skies and perfect autumnal temperatures. I can't recall a November that has been this generous to us!






Breakfast. We exchange stories and opinion pieces that we've read in the press in our waking hours. The goal is to understand...






And then, frankly, I just rush. In the car, to one store, out and in, out and in again, another store, then run run run with the grocery bags, throw perishables in the fridge and dash to be at Snowdrop's school around noon.

This way, little girl! Snowdrop, this way!






The day is so beautiful! I'm all set to play outside with her at the farmette  and she's willing, but I sense that her mind is elsewhere.






Minutes into our play she hurries inside...






Okay, I get it. She's seen the grocery bags and the telltale sac with the baguette in it. Nothing else can compete.






"One more baguette (piece) please!"






Prenap book moment with ahah...






... and she's out.


In the late afternoon, after her nap, the air turns a bit chilly. Still, this is when Snowdrop remembers how much she loves the great outdoors here.

We go out, bundled against the wind. She knows how to call the cheepers for their share of bread and her sweet and loud voice is full of authority and conviction: "cheepers!!"

They come running.






But Snowdrop's main goal is not to hang with the cheepers. She wants to go to the "sheep shid" where ahah works.

We walk over. As always, he is as patient as can be, letting her take the lead in exploring this man cave of machines and computer screens.






Outside again.






I tell her I need to clear out the newly fallen seed pods. She's happy to direct things from the top of the farmette wagon.


 



Ed joins us and she shows him how strong and willing she is now.






Her newest challenge: to jump. High.
Almost there, Snowdrop!






Yeah, you got it!






Emboldened, she runs off toward the front yard. I coil in the summer hose. The two wild guys throw leaves at each other.






And in the front bed, the iris plant is just sending out a plethora of new blooms!






The sun has almost set...






Time to return inside...






Day is nearly done...






Just enough time for a short video that Ed finds for her about penguins.







Sometimes the mind wraps itself around things other than politics.

And that may be a very good thing indeed.