One could say that I do a lot for my kids. There is the care of grandkids -- I'll give them whatever time I have. And dinners -- I'll cook for them anything, whenever they want to come for dinner. But of course, you could also argue that I'm not doing this just for them: I love them to pieces and being around them and their kids, makes me happy. So I do it also for myself.
But today, for a good half hour I thought -- I am so doing this one for my girl! Every ounce of me hates it, but I will do it, because she is my daughter and I love my girls oh so very much (one should note that she never asked for it, btw)!
Okay, all that was at 10:05 a.m.
Earlier, I fed the animals and admired the gorgeous farmette landscape.
And I had breakfast. With Diane, because Ed was still very much asleep.
Then, as Diane readied herself for her departure, I got on my moped and headed downtown for the farmers market. My girl loves the pesto sauce sold there. On this terribly cold day, I'm determined to get a few jars for her for the long winter ahead.
It is a brutal ride. I knew it right away, as I picked up speed along our rural road, but once I pointed that Rosie nose toward my destination, I could not turn back. I can do this! I can do this!
I think it may have been 100 degrees below zero. I am so very windblown and cold. (But not so cold that I can't take out my camera while riding, to take this photo...)
Finally. I am at the market. I scoot around the perimeters. You're not going to see much fresh produce in November. But at Snug Haven Farms 9the place that supplies us with spinach all winter long), I pick up several bags of heavenly arugula.
And of course, I get the Renaissance Farms pesto.
And now I am finally back home. Beautiful, gold-bathed, farmhouse home.
It takes me several hours to warm up from that ride!
Eventually, Diane has to leave, The wind tosses around another batch of leaves, I shop for groceries, and finally, Ed and I retreat to the warmth of our little house for the evening.
It's quiet tonight. The kind of quiet that follows the wonderfulness of several very very chatter filled days.
But today, for a good half hour I thought -- I am so doing this one for my girl! Every ounce of me hates it, but I will do it, because she is my daughter and I love my girls oh so very much (one should note that she never asked for it, btw)!
Okay, all that was at 10:05 a.m.
Earlier, I fed the animals and admired the gorgeous farmette landscape.
And I had breakfast. With Diane, because Ed was still very much asleep.
Then, as Diane readied herself for her departure, I got on my moped and headed downtown for the farmers market. My girl loves the pesto sauce sold there. On this terribly cold day, I'm determined to get a few jars for her for the long winter ahead.
It is a brutal ride. I knew it right away, as I picked up speed along our rural road, but once I pointed that Rosie nose toward my destination, I could not turn back. I can do this! I can do this!
I think it may have been 100 degrees below zero. I am so very windblown and cold. (But not so cold that I can't take out my camera while riding, to take this photo...)
Finally. I am at the market. I scoot around the perimeters. You're not going to see much fresh produce in November. But at Snug Haven Farms 9the place that supplies us with spinach all winter long), I pick up several bags of heavenly arugula.
And of course, I get the Renaissance Farms pesto.
And now I am finally back home. Beautiful, gold-bathed, farmhouse home.
It takes me several hours to warm up from that ride!
Eventually, Diane has to leave, The wind tosses around another batch of leaves, I shop for groceries, and finally, Ed and I retreat to the warmth of our little house for the evening.
It's quiet tonight. The kind of quiet that follows the wonderfulness of several very very chatter filled days.
