I've taken to asking Ed when I wake up -- anything good out there to report (he is always reading stuff)? Lately, he always says "nope."
It's a signal that I should start the day with something other than reading the news (in the course of the day, I actually read two national papers, one from Chicago and one from Warsaw. Sometimes I add a British one and a third national. Plus some magazine stuff. We err on the side of being too well informed.)
Of course, not having anything good to report doesn't necessarily mean that it's 100% bad out there. When I do sit down to do my browsing and reading, I look for the bright notes in a sea of tragedy. And those bright notes become the topic of our breakfast discussions.
One tiny bright note for us this morning is the reappearance of sunshine. It's so lovely to see it once again! The cheepers do their grooming in its glorious warmth, the cats bounce from one end of the path to the other, and we all walk with that sprint that's been missing the past few days.
The kids come over in the morning and again I start them off with yoga.
Sparrow does try to keep up, but Cosmic Yoga is just too fast for him.
Snowdrop, on the other hand, is thrilled to see that the episode I chose tracks the story of Frozen. She is a devoted Frozen fan.
Monday play, Monday art. Monday reading. The kids are easy to please on this first day of the week, for obvious reasons -- they have been stuck at home for several days and the farmhouse once again appears quaint.
Lunch? Oh, nothing original. Their usual choices.
Afterwards, I drive them home in a warm car. It's been a long time since I have opened the door to a warm car!
In the late afternoon, Ed works on getting the veggie bed ready. Little Tomato always helps. (She's our greatest worm spotter.)
I take a solo walk. Nothing big, nothing fancy. I think about how luxurious it is just to walk, even as so many people have to rush to a workplace that is suddenly so very terrifying. Not for a minute do I forget to appreciate how beautiful it is to have nowhere to go, except up the road and back home again. Especially on this still cool but very bright and springlike day.
(along the road...)
Dinner? Cheeper eggs and broccoli! Both beloved here, at the farmette.
It's a signal that I should start the day with something other than reading the news (in the course of the day, I actually read two national papers, one from Chicago and one from Warsaw. Sometimes I add a British one and a third national. Plus some magazine stuff. We err on the side of being too well informed.)
Of course, not having anything good to report doesn't necessarily mean that it's 100% bad out there. When I do sit down to do my browsing and reading, I look for the bright notes in a sea of tragedy. And those bright notes become the topic of our breakfast discussions.
One tiny bright note for us this morning is the reappearance of sunshine. It's so lovely to see it once again! The cheepers do their grooming in its glorious warmth, the cats bounce from one end of the path to the other, and we all walk with that sprint that's been missing the past few days.
The kids come over in the morning and again I start them off with yoga.
Sparrow does try to keep up, but Cosmic Yoga is just too fast for him.
Snowdrop, on the other hand, is thrilled to see that the episode I chose tracks the story of Frozen. She is a devoted Frozen fan.
Monday play, Monday art. Monday reading. The kids are easy to please on this first day of the week, for obvious reasons -- they have been stuck at home for several days and the farmhouse once again appears quaint.
Lunch? Oh, nothing original. Their usual choices.
Afterwards, I drive them home in a warm car. It's been a long time since I have opened the door to a warm car!
In the late afternoon, Ed works on getting the veggie bed ready. Little Tomato always helps. (She's our greatest worm spotter.)
I take a solo walk. Nothing big, nothing fancy. I think about how luxurious it is just to walk, even as so many people have to rush to a workplace that is suddenly so very terrifying. Not for a minute do I forget to appreciate how beautiful it is to have nowhere to go, except up the road and back home again. Especially on this still cool but very bright and springlike day.
(along the road...)
Dinner? Cheeper eggs and broccoli! Both beloved here, at the farmette.
