Sunday, May 15, 2016


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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.