Really? 100 days of isolation/quarantine/stay-at-home/don't-go-anywhere-or-see-anyone-with-the-exception-of-family-cocoon-and-one-dentist? Wow. To the next 100 then!
It's not the only milestone: today marks the sixth anniversary for my younger girl and her husband. Married here, at the farmette, next to this barn...
Six years! Primrose and Sparrow were nothing but a dream and Snowdrop was slowly growing in her mommy's tummy. A beautiful wedding, a fish fry among farmette fields, a warm day, a lovely day of flowers and rose wines, a partnership solidified with the vow you want to make only once in your lifetime.
And of course, it's Father's Day. May it be a happy day for my sons-in-law and for you, fathers of the world who are challenged with an ever evolving role to play in family life! I hope in all this, despite everything that's going on right now, you all find moments of joy, plenty of laughter and of course -- love.
Here, at the farmette, we are working on fulfilling our gendered roles: he's working on fixing his truck and now, too, on changing a belt on the tractor-mower, while I'm cleaning the farmhouse, doing laundry, ordering the very last delivery of asparagus from our asparagus farmer and probably not the last delivery of mushrooms from the Fungi Farmers, and of course -- cooking dinner. Well, wait. There are flip sides to every coin. I'm also mowing down paths and Ed is "about to clean the stove."
(A breakfast photo: the meal and the people...)
The thing is, we like this division of labor. Oh, I gripe about house cleaning (who doesn't...), but sliding underneath a rusted truck for hours on end is surely not my idea of fun, while peeling eggs and snipping tails off of shrimp and snapping beans and washing lettuce leaves is.
As for the flower beds -- I'm taking a pause with them today. The gardens are well soaked by yesterday's showers and the weeds are under control. It's a day to admire what's there...
(I do love phlox!)
(Working hard...)
(the many shades of green...)
... and to look forward to the next stage -- the period of lily blooms. (I should give a nod to the first lilies: the delicate yellow ones are popping up already and of course, right at the head of the big lily parade are the tiger lilies, a.k.a. the ditch lilies that I love to hate and Ed has me transplant rather than chuck, so that they are now 99% out of the lily bed, but in about a dozen various locations all over the farmette lands. Like for example here, at the side of the house...)
And now it is evening and the young family arrives.
(Sparrow's love for the cheepers knows no bounds...)
(Even when one of them, the indefatigable Peach, pecks a cheese cracker right out of his hand. He's just the right height for a cracker heist! Still, Sparrow is very forgiving...
(Snowdrop is just ever so slightly amused...)
Dinner. Salad Nicoise -- my own version of it. For the adults, it's all in the dressing.
And a family photo. A dad and his bunch.
Okay, let's rest up and get ready for the next "100 days of solitude." Hey, like the book, only different...
It's not the only milestone: today marks the sixth anniversary for my younger girl and her husband. Married here, at the farmette, next to this barn...
Six years! Primrose and Sparrow were nothing but a dream and Snowdrop was slowly growing in her mommy's tummy. A beautiful wedding, a fish fry among farmette fields, a warm day, a lovely day of flowers and rose wines, a partnership solidified with the vow you want to make only once in your lifetime.
And of course, it's Father's Day. May it be a happy day for my sons-in-law and for you, fathers of the world who are challenged with an ever evolving role to play in family life! I hope in all this, despite everything that's going on right now, you all find moments of joy, plenty of laughter and of course -- love.
Here, at the farmette, we are working on fulfilling our gendered roles: he's working on fixing his truck and now, too, on changing a belt on the tractor-mower, while I'm cleaning the farmhouse, doing laundry, ordering the very last delivery of asparagus from our asparagus farmer and probably not the last delivery of mushrooms from the Fungi Farmers, and of course -- cooking dinner. Well, wait. There are flip sides to every coin. I'm also mowing down paths and Ed is "about to clean the stove."
(A breakfast photo: the meal and the people...)
The thing is, we like this division of labor. Oh, I gripe about house cleaning (who doesn't...), but sliding underneath a rusted truck for hours on end is surely not my idea of fun, while peeling eggs and snipping tails off of shrimp and snapping beans and washing lettuce leaves is.
As for the flower beds -- I'm taking a pause with them today. The gardens are well soaked by yesterday's showers and the weeds are under control. It's a day to admire what's there...
(I do love phlox!)
(Working hard...)
(the many shades of green...)
... and to look forward to the next stage -- the period of lily blooms. (I should give a nod to the first lilies: the delicate yellow ones are popping up already and of course, right at the head of the big lily parade are the tiger lilies, a.k.a. the ditch lilies that I love to hate and Ed has me transplant rather than chuck, so that they are now 99% out of the lily bed, but in about a dozen various locations all over the farmette lands. Like for example here, at the side of the house...)
And now it is evening and the young family arrives.
(Sparrow's love for the cheepers knows no bounds...)
(Even when one of them, the indefatigable Peach, pecks a cheese cracker right out of his hand. He's just the right height for a cracker heist! Still, Sparrow is very forgiving...
(Snowdrop is just ever so slightly amused...)
Dinner. Salad Nicoise -- my own version of it. For the adults, it's all in the dressing.
And a family photo. A dad and his bunch.
Okay, let's rest up and get ready for the next "100 days of solitude." Hey, like the book, only different...
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