A string of beautiful autumnal days! This is how I always picture Madison: each season delivers its own multiple days of perfection! And we are in the thick of one now.
But the math doesn't add up! As I work to put the tulip and narcissus bulbs into the ground (thinking all the while how pleasant it is to be digging in the soil in short sleeves, with a warm sun on my back and a gentle breeze kicking around my pony tail), I'm counting it all up: if I put in significantly over 100 bulbs yesterday and I dug in another 100-plus bulbs today, then I should be making a dent in my load of bulbs. And yet the crate remains heavy. How many hundreds do I have here anyway?!
Ed laughs: a big feast for the chipmunks and groundhogs!
I refuse to be discouraged.
Of course, the day starts with a nourishing breakfast in the sunny sun room.
And then I step outside to do my digging. Don't you think things are looking very Fall-ish out there? You can tell we're not in Kansas anymore (meaning "summer," to all you American culture neophytes).
I pick up Snowdrop just when the skies are at their brightest and the sun is at its warmest. We have a wonderful stroll through her school neighborhood...
And we spend several hours playing in the little park by the lesser lake.
Her stories are complicated and never ending. I can only stand back and listen, offering the occasional comment, watching, grinning and very rarely, holding up my camera.
It's a beautiful day here in Madison, Wisconsin.
Totally, completely beautiful.
But the math doesn't add up! As I work to put the tulip and narcissus bulbs into the ground (thinking all the while how pleasant it is to be digging in the soil in short sleeves, with a warm sun on my back and a gentle breeze kicking around my pony tail), I'm counting it all up: if I put in significantly over 100 bulbs yesterday and I dug in another 100-plus bulbs today, then I should be making a dent in my load of bulbs. And yet the crate remains heavy. How many hundreds do I have here anyway?!
Ed laughs: a big feast for the chipmunks and groundhogs!
I refuse to be discouraged.
Of course, the day starts with a nourishing breakfast in the sunny sun room.
And then I step outside to do my digging. Don't you think things are looking very Fall-ish out there? You can tell we're not in Kansas anymore (meaning "summer," to all you American culture neophytes).
I pick up Snowdrop just when the skies are at their brightest and the sun is at its warmest. We have a wonderful stroll through her school neighborhood...
And we spend several hours playing in the little park by the lesser lake.
Her stories are complicated and never ending. I can only stand back and listen, offering the occasional comment, watching, grinning and very rarely, holding up my camera.
It's a beautiful day here in Madison, Wisconsin.
Totally, completely beautiful.
