The one April day that stands out as the grand belle of them all. A day not to be wasted. A day to hold in your pocket for all those other times when the world around you seems so drab and dull and relentlessly winter-like.
On this day, I felt we could take breakfast to the porch!
Our idea of heaven is to eat a morning meal here, studying the landscape that unfolds before us.
By late morning it's 60F (15C). I am working in the fields. Pull out all the stops -- this is the one day when I can get things done!
Weed, dig, prune, chip -- all of it.
Ed tells me later (possibly feeling there was a bit of inequity in our efforts out there): you worked really hard today. Yes I did!
Today is also the day I spot the first blooms at the farmette: Siberian Squill. Pure loveliness, underneath the grand maples.
It's a day to suggest a walk to the playground after school for Snowdrop.
Back and forth on the swing. She just does not get tired of it. Ever.
At the farmette, we examine the emerging blue flowers...
And inside, she rediscovers a book that grabbed her attention exactly a year ago. But on this reading, she understands so much more of its subtleties...
My grandgirl is lively today. Ed says she is always very lively, always preferring a run over a walk, but it seems to me that the upswing in the weather has energized her, in the same way that it has energized all of us.
Evening. She is about to be picked up. I take out supper ingredients for dinner.
What's that?
Spinach. (Today marks the last delivery of our CSA winter spinach. If there is any reason to really miss winter it's this -- the loss of the excellent, sweet sweet winter spinach. Snowdrop likes it too, though in less copious amounts than me!)
Sweet girl goes home... I turn to the much neglected today little chicks.
Well now, out again!
I forgive them. It was a day for the great outdoors!
On this day, I felt we could take breakfast to the porch!
Our idea of heaven is to eat a morning meal here, studying the landscape that unfolds before us.
By late morning it's 60F (15C). I am working in the fields. Pull out all the stops -- this is the one day when I can get things done!
Weed, dig, prune, chip -- all of it.
Ed tells me later (possibly feeling there was a bit of inequity in our efforts out there): you worked really hard today. Yes I did!
Today is also the day I spot the first blooms at the farmette: Siberian Squill. Pure loveliness, underneath the grand maples.
It's a day to suggest a walk to the playground after school for Snowdrop.
Back and forth on the swing. She just does not get tired of it. Ever.
At the farmette, we examine the emerging blue flowers...
And inside, she rediscovers a book that grabbed her attention exactly a year ago. But on this reading, she understands so much more of its subtleties...
My grandgirl is lively today. Ed says she is always very lively, always preferring a run over a walk, but it seems to me that the upswing in the weather has energized her, in the same way that it has energized all of us.
Evening. She is about to be picked up. I take out supper ingredients for dinner.
What's that?
Spinach. (Today marks the last delivery of our CSA winter spinach. If there is any reason to really miss winter it's this -- the loss of the excellent, sweet sweet winter spinach. Snowdrop likes it too, though in less copious amounts than me!)
Sweet girl goes home... I turn to the much neglected today little chicks.
Well now, out again!
I forgive them. It was a day for the great outdoors!
