Yawn! Sleepy eyes! I should nap.
It was a throw away night: Ed had a nightmare that lasted a very long time, or at least he kept returning to it and any remaining hours one would normally think of as sleep time were given over to wondering why Ed had a nightmare that lasted a very long time. Well, I wondered. He slept.
Yesterday's romantic excursion to pick up a new toilet seat seems like it belonged to another time. I'm learning that there is still a touch of unpredictability left in this bug battle that Ed is fighting (on his own, because, you know, he has to wage all wars on his own). Each day is an interesting new experience in what else can feel off kilter. This is my view of course. Ed thinks, nay, he is convinced that there is nothing wrong with him. I surely hope he is correct.
It's a pretty day today and I deeply appreciate the bit of sunshine added to the only mildly winter-ish temperatures (highs just below freezing). I see that we are in for a blast of cold air next week, but for now, threats of ice storms and messy roads have fizzled and we are once more enjoying the brightness of a calm, sun dappled day.
Breakfast. A bit of confusion as to when and with whom, but then, this month has a lot of such confusion to it.
A daylily catalogue shows up in the mail. Of course I mark favorites. But I do not order them. Yet. For the first time since moving to the farmette, I am wondering if flower bed expansion is always the wise strategy to follow here. Of course, I will eventually pick up some replacement flowers (if only because the cheepers do some damage in the beds and, too, my return rate on perennials isn't 100%: always some things get beaten down by our winter weather). But should I continue to push the borders of the beds? Should I bother to create a new bed out of the weeds that grow around the sheep shed, given that Ed so rarely spends time at the sheep shed anymore? I mean, who will see the flowers down there?
It comes down to this: what gardening goals do I have for the farmette lands? I'm thinking about that right now.
In the afternoon, I pick up Snowdrop.
She and I are so on the same page today! I miss the freedom of a walk. Of being outside in good weather. She misses our neighborhood adventuring. Well why not head out today? It's just below freezing -- that's practically a heatwave for January! The air is calm, the sun is still with us.
We walk over to our old hangout cafe by the lesser lake. A snack energizes her.
She asks to go to the park playground. It's officially closed for winter and with good reason: the lake winds can come out of nowhere and they can be cruel. Still, everything seems so calm, so beautifully calm....
Sure, Snowdrop! Let's go!
Happiness is an unexpected half hour on a swing!
...Followed by a good old game of family on the play structure. I'm the kid, she is the mom. Of course.
Later, much later, the little one is back home and I start in on dinner at the farmhouse. Remember the pledge to up my repertoire in terms of comfort foods? It's time to take out the old yellow pot. It's a good night to make the "cozy cabbage and farro soup." Warm, so warm. Mmm....
It was a throw away night: Ed had a nightmare that lasted a very long time, or at least he kept returning to it and any remaining hours one would normally think of as sleep time were given over to wondering why Ed had a nightmare that lasted a very long time. Well, I wondered. He slept.
Yesterday's romantic excursion to pick up a new toilet seat seems like it belonged to another time. I'm learning that there is still a touch of unpredictability left in this bug battle that Ed is fighting (on his own, because, you know, he has to wage all wars on his own). Each day is an interesting new experience in what else can feel off kilter. This is my view of course. Ed thinks, nay, he is convinced that there is nothing wrong with him. I surely hope he is correct.
It's a pretty day today and I deeply appreciate the bit of sunshine added to the only mildly winter-ish temperatures (highs just below freezing). I see that we are in for a blast of cold air next week, but for now, threats of ice storms and messy roads have fizzled and we are once more enjoying the brightness of a calm, sun dappled day.
Breakfast. A bit of confusion as to when and with whom, but then, this month has a lot of such confusion to it.
A daylily catalogue shows up in the mail. Of course I mark favorites. But I do not order them. Yet. For the first time since moving to the farmette, I am wondering if flower bed expansion is always the wise strategy to follow here. Of course, I will eventually pick up some replacement flowers (if only because the cheepers do some damage in the beds and, too, my return rate on perennials isn't 100%: always some things get beaten down by our winter weather). But should I continue to push the borders of the beds? Should I bother to create a new bed out of the weeds that grow around the sheep shed, given that Ed so rarely spends time at the sheep shed anymore? I mean, who will see the flowers down there?
It comes down to this: what gardening goals do I have for the farmette lands? I'm thinking about that right now.
In the afternoon, I pick up Snowdrop.
She and I are so on the same page today! I miss the freedom of a walk. Of being outside in good weather. She misses our neighborhood adventuring. Well why not head out today? It's just below freezing -- that's practically a heatwave for January! The air is calm, the sun is still with us.
We walk over to our old hangout cafe by the lesser lake. A snack energizes her.
She asks to go to the park playground. It's officially closed for winter and with good reason: the lake winds can come out of nowhere and they can be cruel. Still, everything seems so calm, so beautifully calm....
Sure, Snowdrop! Let's go!
Happiness is an unexpected half hour on a swing!
...Followed by a good old game of family on the play structure. I'm the kid, she is the mom. Of course.
Later, much later, the little one is back home and I start in on dinner at the farmhouse. Remember the pledge to up my repertoire in terms of comfort foods? It's time to take out the old yellow pot. It's a good night to make the "cozy cabbage and farro soup." Warm, so warm. Mmm....
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