The much ignored here roadside garden gets a photo today. It's just a wee fragment of the long bed, but it's colorful and pretty and it deserves a spot on Ocean.
Breakfast. Oh, that wonderful, sunny, cheerful, leisurely breakfast!
And after, I decide that it's time to give the glass roof a sweep. Typically I don't go up there except to push snow off, but every once in a while I give it a good brushing. It's especially rewarding to do this in July, when the views in all directions are splendid!
It's Monday and Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse today.
There's lots to do and we start with the obvious: raspberry picking (which she loves), blueberry picking (which she loves), riding on grandpa Ed's shoulders (which she loves)...
And today, we inspect the progress of our tomatoes. When I tell her that they should be ready and ripe soon, I wonder how she interprets that. Soon, as in this afternoon? Soon, as in the same soon when mommy and daddy come to pick her up?
Ed has sawed the fallen part of the willow, leaving us with lovely stumps on which to sit or play. We try those out today.
It's getting very warm outside and so I suggest indoor play. She finds pencils. I provide the paper. You'll think from this that she is left handed, but minutes earlier, she had a pencil in each hand...
I thought I'd sneak in a ribbon for her hair, but she catches me at it...
... and takes it off again and again. Each time with a grin. It's a game for her. One that I cannot win. Except when I serve her lunch -- here, food is more important than anything in her hair. She feasts on leftovers from last night's dinner: roasted beets, steamed peas, shrimp and beautiful heirloom tomatoes. She adores it all!
... and still has room for a yogurt and most certainly for a big bowl of fruit, which, to her, is the crowning glory of any meal.
In the evening I look out at the jewels of my day lily bed. You need to look at something this beautiful to overshadow all that you hear that is not very beautiful at all.
Ah, flowers. They work hard to overcome the difficulties of each season. When they shine, we shine with them.
Breakfast. Oh, that wonderful, sunny, cheerful, leisurely breakfast!
And after, I decide that it's time to give the glass roof a sweep. Typically I don't go up there except to push snow off, but every once in a while I give it a good brushing. It's especially rewarding to do this in July, when the views in all directions are splendid!
It's Monday and Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse today.
There's lots to do and we start with the obvious: raspberry picking (which she loves), blueberry picking (which she loves), riding on grandpa Ed's shoulders (which she loves)...
And today, we inspect the progress of our tomatoes. When I tell her that they should be ready and ripe soon, I wonder how she interprets that. Soon, as in this afternoon? Soon, as in the same soon when mommy and daddy come to pick her up?
Ed has sawed the fallen part of the willow, leaving us with lovely stumps on which to sit or play. We try those out today.
It's getting very warm outside and so I suggest indoor play. She finds pencils. I provide the paper. You'll think from this that she is left handed, but minutes earlier, she had a pencil in each hand...
I thought I'd sneak in a ribbon for her hair, but she catches me at it...
... and takes it off again and again. Each time with a grin. It's a game for her. One that I cannot win. Except when I serve her lunch -- here, food is more important than anything in her hair. She feasts on leftovers from last night's dinner: roasted beets, steamed peas, shrimp and beautiful heirloom tomatoes. She adores it all!
... and still has room for a yogurt and most certainly for a big bowl of fruit, which, to her, is the crowning glory of any meal.
In the evening I look out at the jewels of my day lily bed. You need to look at something this beautiful to overshadow all that you hear that is not very beautiful at all.
Ah, flowers. They work hard to overcome the difficulties of each season. When they shine, we shine with them.
