We have before us a week of rain. Now, rain in April is not an odd thing. From a gardner's perspective -- it's a welcome event. But a week of it, even if we're told it'll be on again off again, well, it feels like you have to put your outdoor life on hold.
Too, I've been spoiled by warm temperatures. I don't want to go back to the 50sF (low teens C). That's long sleeves weather.
Do you see what I mean? We can be so unappreciative of all the riches before us, grumbling away at how it could be, should be!
Because the reality is that it's not that bad out there! For example, today, despite the showers, the clouds, the crummy forecast -- we can still have breakfast on the porch! (Ed says -- don't you think it's a little chilly? I shrug my shoulders. We eat outside.)
Looking out our bedroom windows, I see that the lilac is really blooming up a storm! Its period of great beauty is short, so you'll forgive me for going back to it just a few more times...
The daffodils are a bit droopy from the rain...
But by mid morning, the showers do pause and both Ed and I are quite happy with this, as he can work on fixing the old John Deere (which was left behind by the previous farm owners and which he at long last intends to sell)...
... and I can offer Snowdrop an adventuring walk after school.
Playground! (No, I am not going to tell her that there is a right boot and a left boot. What does it matter for now?)
Happy child!
And though the clouds never recede, it's still immensely beautiful outside! This is the time that the apples and crab apples enter their blooming days and both Ed and I think it's a spectacularly gorgeous here, at the farmette!
As Snowdrop gets out of the car, I tell her there is a tractor in the garage.
She is willing to give the old John Deere a try, but in the end, when Ed offers her a ride, she opts out. I'm not surprised. That darn thing is louder than a bulldozer.
The girl can be rambunctious and spunky, but she will always especially love the gentle, quiet moment -- admiring an egg that Ed has picked up from the barn...
Or, inside, returning to her favorite stack of books for the week.
After her nap, she is energized! I ask her -- do you want to play music? The guitar? She looks around her and spies the yoga mat: let's do yoga, gaga!
The amount of energy she puts into this project may give pause to the serious yogi, but for me, she has the formula exactly right: a stretch, a kick, a sense of power and joy.
Weather shouldn't set the mood. I've said this again and again. And it doesn't. But I do like to grumble about it when the day pulls out the clouds and the drizzle and offers no prospect of sunshine. For now.
Too, I've been spoiled by warm temperatures. I don't want to go back to the 50sF (low teens C). That's long sleeves weather.
Do you see what I mean? We can be so unappreciative of all the riches before us, grumbling away at how it could be, should be!
Because the reality is that it's not that bad out there! For example, today, despite the showers, the clouds, the crummy forecast -- we can still have breakfast on the porch! (Ed says -- don't you think it's a little chilly? I shrug my shoulders. We eat outside.)
Looking out our bedroom windows, I see that the lilac is really blooming up a storm! Its period of great beauty is short, so you'll forgive me for going back to it just a few more times...
The daffodils are a bit droopy from the rain...
But by mid morning, the showers do pause and both Ed and I are quite happy with this, as he can work on fixing the old John Deere (which was left behind by the previous farm owners and which he at long last intends to sell)...
... and I can offer Snowdrop an adventuring walk after school.
Playground! (No, I am not going to tell her that there is a right boot and a left boot. What does it matter for now?)
Happy child!
And though the clouds never recede, it's still immensely beautiful outside! This is the time that the apples and crab apples enter their blooming days and both Ed and I think it's a spectacularly gorgeous here, at the farmette!
As Snowdrop gets out of the car, I tell her there is a tractor in the garage.
She is willing to give the old John Deere a try, but in the end, when Ed offers her a ride, she opts out. I'm not surprised. That darn thing is louder than a bulldozer.
The girl can be rambunctious and spunky, but she will always especially love the gentle, quiet moment -- admiring an egg that Ed has picked up from the barn...
Or, inside, returning to her favorite stack of books for the week.
After her nap, she is energized! I ask her -- do you want to play music? The guitar? She looks around her and spies the yoga mat: let's do yoga, gaga!
The amount of energy she puts into this project may give pause to the serious yogi, but for me, she has the formula exactly right: a stretch, a kick, a sense of power and joy.
Weather shouldn't set the mood. I've said this again and again. And it doesn't. But I do like to grumble about it when the day pulls out the clouds and the drizzle and offers no prospect of sunshine. For now.
