Saturday, September 21, 2019

Saturday

It could be Saturday, it could be Sunday. We have elements of both.

The pace is slower. Yes, the day starts early -- it always does, on account of the animal feeding and, too, because I like mornings and I'm used to getting up with the light, especially when the light comes to us so late! (Sunrise today: about 6:45, though honestly, when the day is this cloudy, it's hard to talk about a sunrise.) But there is no hurry.


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Tomorrow, two of the little ones are going to their new home and so I watch them one last time as they climb, tumble and scamper about.

(this one, who will be leaving, is the smallest of them all, but she is also the friendliest...)


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(this one, whom we have taken to calling Gray Cloud, is staying...)


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Because the day threatens rain, I do not meet up with my granddaughter and her mommy for a protracted farmers market walk. Instead, I take my scooter out very early and do some essential market shopping on my own (corn, peaches, pimento peppers, flowers, cheese)...

(it's the grandmas who arrange the bouquets; they're small women and they tend to hide in the mass of flowers before them...)


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(Door County fruits, still going strong!)


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(scooter basket is full!)


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After picking up breakfast treats, I scoot right back to the farmette. Breakfast on the porch.


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And now there's a flip to the day: we have a Sunday-ish family dinner.


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You don't often have a chance to see Sparrow, so I'll end with a photo of the little guy playing blocks with Snowdrop. Sort of.


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Despite the drippy weather, it's a beautiful evening. The kids are happy, the grown-ups -- full of plans for the year ahead. And the fresh corn, picked this morning -- you know what I think of that! Farmette life at its best!