It was a whirlwind of a day, with plenty of good elements in it. Let's run with those!
I was roused by the phone -- an early perfunctory call over some future scheduling issue. Well okay, I'm up, may as will move the day along. Feed the animals, smell the earthy fragrance of spring.
And now my phone rings once again. I'm thinking -- future appointment issues once again? I need not have worried. This time the call came from Primrose, my Chicago granddaughter.
If you want a energetic, bouncy start to your week, do a FaceTime with little Primrose! She must have had a dozen play and book and game ideas in the twenty minutes we were on the phone!
Have an excellent week, sweet child! (I'm sure you will!)
Breakfast. Should we eat on the porch? It's just one degree short of acceptable outdoor eating weather in my book. (We're at 59F, or 15C) Eh, let's go for it! We've waited long enough for porch breakfasts!
This is where Snowdrop and Sparrow find us as they arrive for their morning at the farmhouse. (The Madison young family is as isolated as we are and so the kids continue to spend time here for part of each day.)
The kids are in such good moods. It's Monday, it's spring, there is color in the air!
We play, read, eat lunch.
And just as they are getting ready to leave, my Zoom call with my Polish friends kicks in. We start off showing our various face mask creations...
And yes, COVID 19 is still the topic of discussion. Getting family updates is high on the agenda. But eventually, we stray toward other things. And it strikes me that even in this brief time and over a screen that shows little of everyday life, I can feel that Polishness filtering in from their living rooms. It's almost as if I were there (rather than they were here). I see it in the sandwich one of my friends is eating: open-faced, with a piece of swiss cheese over dark bread, and slices of cucumber on top. I'd never find it here on a supper plate. In Poland? I don't know a person who hasn't had it. Hundreds of times. And yes, most of my friends stay with the traditional Polish eating schedule: big meal in the afternoon and perhaps that cheese open-face sandwich in the evening. (We also had an affirming, lively conversation about pickles. I reported the horror of trying to find a pickle in an American grocery store. You can't do it! They were properly sympathetic.)
It rained this afternoon and so garden work had to stall. No matter. We need spring rains to help our plants along.
And by evening, I see streaks of that April sunshine. A little here, a little there. Enough to make you smile.
It still isn't easy to give in to spring effervescence. I mean, there's the news to worry about. Still, we are here, we are well. We are among the lucky. We are grateful.
With love.
I was roused by the phone -- an early perfunctory call over some future scheduling issue. Well okay, I'm up, may as will move the day along. Feed the animals, smell the earthy fragrance of spring.
And now my phone rings once again. I'm thinking -- future appointment issues once again? I need not have worried. This time the call came from Primrose, my Chicago granddaughter.
If you want a energetic, bouncy start to your week, do a FaceTime with little Primrose! She must have had a dozen play and book and game ideas in the twenty minutes we were on the phone!
Have an excellent week, sweet child! (I'm sure you will!)
Breakfast. Should we eat on the porch? It's just one degree short of acceptable outdoor eating weather in my book. (We're at 59F, or 15C) Eh, let's go for it! We've waited long enough for porch breakfasts!
This is where Snowdrop and Sparrow find us as they arrive for their morning at the farmhouse. (The Madison young family is as isolated as we are and so the kids continue to spend time here for part of each day.)
The kids are in such good moods. It's Monday, it's spring, there is color in the air!
We play, read, eat lunch.
And just as they are getting ready to leave, my Zoom call with my Polish friends kicks in. We start off showing our various face mask creations...
And yes, COVID 19 is still the topic of discussion. Getting family updates is high on the agenda. But eventually, we stray toward other things. And it strikes me that even in this brief time and over a screen that shows little of everyday life, I can feel that Polishness filtering in from their living rooms. It's almost as if I were there (rather than they were here). I see it in the sandwich one of my friends is eating: open-faced, with a piece of swiss cheese over dark bread, and slices of cucumber on top. I'd never find it here on a supper plate. In Poland? I don't know a person who hasn't had it. Hundreds of times. And yes, most of my friends stay with the traditional Polish eating schedule: big meal in the afternoon and perhaps that cheese open-face sandwich in the evening. (We also had an affirming, lively conversation about pickles. I reported the horror of trying to find a pickle in an American grocery store. You can't do it! They were properly sympathetic.)
It rained this afternoon and so garden work had to stall. No matter. We need spring rains to help our plants along.
And by evening, I see streaks of that April sunshine. A little here, a little there. Enough to make you smile.
It still isn't easy to give in to spring effervescence. I mean, there's the news to worry about. Still, we are here, we are well. We are among the lucky. We are grateful.
With love.
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