Saturday, November 03, 2018

Saturday

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.


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And I had breakfast. With Diane, because Ed was still very much asleep.


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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...)


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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.


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And of course, I get the Renaissance Farms pesto.

And now I am finally back home. Beautiful, gold-bathed, farmhouse home.


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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.