Remember when I wrote here, as if to convince myself of the truth of such a claim, that I am done with major garden work for the year? Ha! Today, Ed and I spent the morning digging, pulling stuff out, clipping, pushing dirt. And to be honest, I'm not sure we're done. Suddenly, where a few days ago I saw order, I now see chaos and need for more effort. Somehow, with more leaves falling to the ground, I recognize a more brutal truth: we're never going to be done. We'll hang up the clippers and put away shovels only when the weather is too miserable to continue.
And right now, we're in a stretch of lovely days. The kind that last month would have made me shiver, but my blood is slowly adjusting to the cold season. It's just fine to be outside, to put in some effort into improving the vast (in my view) farmette lands.
After breakfast, of course.
In the afternoon, I put away the work tools and head out to pick up the kids.
Both Sparrow and Snowdrop are very happy at school. But Sparrow is still adjusting to the drop off and pick up routines. When I show up, he rushes over (insofar as the little guy can rush) and clings. Sort of like those prickly seeds from a burdock plant, only a lot heavier.
From his class we walk over to pick up Snowdrop. This, unfortunately, requires a long climb to an upper story. I'm teaching him to walk up on his own (with my support), but the little guy is in his most huggy state. We're working on independence nonetheless.
Sparrow has only a lunchbox to take home with him. Not so Snowdrop: she has her lunchbox, plus two rag dolls in case she chooses to nap, plus outdoor stuff, plus copious artwork of the day, plus show and tell whatevers -- it's a boatload! Now comes the challenge of getting all this stuff plus Sparrow plus Snowdrop to the car.
We manage! So far so good!
(At the farmette.... I'm always so relieved: we got ourselves home without a glitch! Stuff, kids, everything!)
After we pass through the cuddles, snacks, books, more snacks, more snuggles part of the day, we settle into play routines. This is when I take note of small details. Like the fact that the kids' nails are getting long. I have a pair of scissors at hand and I snip away as the need arises. Sparrow has always been fascinated by this and today, he insists that he should go after his toe nails on his own.
In the evening, the kids' school is having an Open House. I meet up with the parents just outside the school house.
We visit Sparrow's classroom first. He is confused. Am I being dropped off again? No! I dont want to stay and play!
Snowdrop, on the other hand, is thrilled to show off her works, her friends, her habits. I leave the young family to this joy of watching their kids thrive in their warm, secure worlds, where every child is a friend and every teacher is there to give them the support and warmth they crave.
At the farmhouse, Ed and I eat tacos once again. It's late, I'm tired, he's tired. Easy dinners, quiet moments. It's a good way to end the day.
And right now, we're in a stretch of lovely days. The kind that last month would have made me shiver, but my blood is slowly adjusting to the cold season. It's just fine to be outside, to put in some effort into improving the vast (in my view) farmette lands.
After breakfast, of course.
In the afternoon, I put away the work tools and head out to pick up the kids.
Both Sparrow and Snowdrop are very happy at school. But Sparrow is still adjusting to the drop off and pick up routines. When I show up, he rushes over (insofar as the little guy can rush) and clings. Sort of like those prickly seeds from a burdock plant, only a lot heavier.
From his class we walk over to pick up Snowdrop. This, unfortunately, requires a long climb to an upper story. I'm teaching him to walk up on his own (with my support), but the little guy is in his most huggy state. We're working on independence nonetheless.
Sparrow has only a lunchbox to take home with him. Not so Snowdrop: she has her lunchbox, plus two rag dolls in case she chooses to nap, plus outdoor stuff, plus copious artwork of the day, plus show and tell whatevers -- it's a boatload! Now comes the challenge of getting all this stuff plus Sparrow plus Snowdrop to the car.
We manage! So far so good!
(At the farmette.... I'm always so relieved: we got ourselves home without a glitch! Stuff, kids, everything!)
After we pass through the cuddles, snacks, books, more snacks, more snuggles part of the day, we settle into play routines. This is when I take note of small details. Like the fact that the kids' nails are getting long. I have a pair of scissors at hand and I snip away as the need arises. Sparrow has always been fascinated by this and today, he insists that he should go after his toe nails on his own.
In the evening, the kids' school is having an Open House. I meet up with the parents just outside the school house.
We visit Sparrow's classroom first. He is confused. Am I being dropped off again? No! I dont want to stay and play!
Snowdrop, on the other hand, is thrilled to show off her works, her friends, her habits. I leave the young family to this joy of watching their kids thrive in their warm, secure worlds, where every child is a friend and every teacher is there to give them the support and warmth they crave.
At the farmhouse, Ed and I eat tacos once again. It's late, I'm tired, he's tired. Easy dinners, quiet moments. It's a good way to end the day.
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