It was a working day for us here on the farmette. A day of weeding, planting, seeding, mowing, watering. A day of rescuing a kittie off a tree, of scrubbing groceries from our Saturday pick up. A full day!
All this against a backdrop of a beautifully warm spring weekend. And let's not take that warmth for granted -- I hear we'll be twenty degrees cooler in the weeks to come. Spring is so... inconsistent!
Without question, breakfast is on the porch.
With little vases of fallen and/or picked flowers from the yard.
And then we start digging. (Actually Ed is digging elsewhere: the machining company with which he is affiliated looks out on a prairie field. No one has been tending the prairie and so shrubs have popped up all over. Call it a quiet, good deed: he took his clippers and sheers and saw and did the job himself. Or most of it. Shrub removal takes forever.)
Back on the farmette:
Calico, you are able to come down! I'm sure of it! Come on!
Here's a lovely "what's blooming" update: some of the tulips are opening up. This is never a predictable event. I lose many tulip heads to the resident groundhog (tulips and hostas are his meal of choice). Too, you're supposed to pull out and replace tulips on a regular basis. Many (most?) aren't really good candidates for a second season rebloom. Still, I don't remove them. I put my cards on chance and luck, with a good measure of hope. And indeed, there are always at least a few tulips that reward us with their uniquely pretty flowers.
(Close up! Oh, the blend of colors....)
Things are getting dry out there and so I do have to water the pots. I never mind this "chore." Watching a spray of water fall gently onto a garden is truly calming. It's like music, of a quiet nature.
(while Dance and Pepper assess the situation...)
This is the kind of day that deserves an easy supper. And we have just that: leftovers! A combo plate of chili, frittata, a salad. Like an all you can eat buffet, only at home.
Safely at home. Such a privilege, really. We can only feel deep gratitude to those who cannot, because of work, stay safely at home. They keep the wheels rolling. We hunker down. Our thoughts are with them for sure.
With love.
All this against a backdrop of a beautifully warm spring weekend. And let's not take that warmth for granted -- I hear we'll be twenty degrees cooler in the weeks to come. Spring is so... inconsistent!
Without question, breakfast is on the porch.
With little vases of fallen and/or picked flowers from the yard.
And then we start digging. (Actually Ed is digging elsewhere: the machining company with which he is affiliated looks out on a prairie field. No one has been tending the prairie and so shrubs have popped up all over. Call it a quiet, good deed: he took his clippers and sheers and saw and did the job himself. Or most of it. Shrub removal takes forever.)
Back on the farmette:
Calico, you are able to come down! I'm sure of it! Come on!
Here's a lovely "what's blooming" update: some of the tulips are opening up. This is never a predictable event. I lose many tulip heads to the resident groundhog (tulips and hostas are his meal of choice). Too, you're supposed to pull out and replace tulips on a regular basis. Many (most?) aren't really good candidates for a second season rebloom. Still, I don't remove them. I put my cards on chance and luck, with a good measure of hope. And indeed, there are always at least a few tulips that reward us with their uniquely pretty flowers.
(Close up! Oh, the blend of colors....)
Things are getting dry out there and so I do have to water the pots. I never mind this "chore." Watching a spray of water fall gently onto a garden is truly calming. It's like music, of a quiet nature.
(while Dance and Pepper assess the situation...)
This is the kind of day that deserves an easy supper. And we have just that: leftovers! A combo plate of chili, frittata, a salad. Like an all you can eat buffet, only at home.
Safely at home. Such a privilege, really. We can only feel deep gratitude to those who cannot, because of work, stay safely at home. They keep the wheels rolling. We hunker down. Our thoughts are with them for sure.
With love.
