Sunday - 107th

All my grandkids have had several parentless sleepovers at the farmhouse and I can tell you right now that there is no pattern to the wake-up times. Some nights they fall into a deep farmhouse sleep and wake up at their normal or even somewhat later time. Sometimes they wake up way too early and bounce out of bed as if it were Christmas morning.

Today it was the Christmas morning variant. Even though Snowdrop went to bed an hour past her bedtime, she woke up and got up two hours before her usual morning rise and shine.

I tried to coax her back to bed or, failing that, to encourage her to go play for a while while I dozed on, but she proclaimed that if Ed was up and working on his truck (say what?? at 6 a.m.??), then she could and should be up as well. Thanks Ed.

I thought she'd have a tired and even cranky morning, but that turned out not to be the case. She had an "I am a curious nearly five and a half year old and I have a lot of questions about everything" morning. Why do swallows eat insects in flight, why is gaga's hair still brown in places instead of all white, why do I think there never was a unicorn ever anywhere?

Breakfast is very early.











She and I had already fed the cheepers and cats...





I was definitely ready for my coffee.


I take her home before noon. I have quite a bit of catch-up work to do, but of course, I do hardly any of it. After a coffee/lunch/something break on the porch...


 



... I turn to cooking. Not only do I have the young family here for dinner, but I am just swimming in rhubarb. Time to bake again.






Dinner. First for the kittie sisters...






... then for us.

(Reading while waiting for the food)






Dinner for us all.






Happy. The child, not the rooster.






And finally,  Ed and I take a moment to unwind, with popcorn. The upside of such busy days is that there is little time left for reading all details of all stories that make the news. These days, that's a good thing.