Saturday

Gogs, to a little girl, five minutes is forever! Snowdrop has said this several times in the last few days. She'll brush off promises of things to come in a year, a month, a week. What matters is the moment and the options or opportunities that come with it. Okay, she'll listen to what might come in a minute or two, but the cut off is five -- anything beyond that is just too far away.

Kids really are experts at living in the moment.

Time ran away from me today (as it so often does these days). Woosh! It's the end of the day. How did I get here? It was just morning a minute ago!

Well, it was a busy day. In fact, a super busy day. Perhaps the biggest difference between being retired and working a full time job is that my retired days start more slowly now. I don't jump out of bed and run. I ease into the morning. But after that -- well, I move fast.

Brisk walk to feed the animals.

Brisk preparation of fruit for breakfast, not to be eaten right away, but to have ready for later. Then a quick drive... 

 

 

 

... to the bakery to pick up croissants for a breakfast with Snowdrop and her mom. Snowdrop is already after an activity and Sparrow is gone to do his Saturday activity with his dad, so it's just us three girls and Sandpiper.

You'd have to be a tough grandma to say no to the little girl's request to go back to the farmette with you. I'm no tough grandma. Besides, it's a gorgeous, crisp autumnal day and I can easily twist Snowdrop's arm to stop over at the Arboretum. It's a late Fall season and the trees are, of course, stunning. 

Farmhouse lunch, farmhouse books, farmhouse play and now it is already mid afternoon and Ed hasn't moved a muscle yet. (He has listened to a lot of youtubes. On the couch. Like this one, which piqued her curiosity. She relays that "it's about midpoint constraint fusion some number"). 

 

 

 

I need to push the guy out for a walk. We drop off Snowdrop at home and I return to the Arboretum (it really is at  the midpoint between our two houses). This time with him.

That second walk is all well and good, but I also have Sunday dinner to prepare, even though it's Saturday. We switched the family meal to this day because tomorrow is, well, you know, Trick or Treat day. And so I see the young family once more. At the farmhouse.

For dinner.

All five of them.

(One final "let's bother Ed." Which he allows, always with a grin.)

And after the dishes are cleared and the place put in some semblance of order, I go out in search of the Northern Lights. They were to be spectacular. In the northern states. This evening. If they were, somehow I missed them.

No matter! I'm ready for some couch time. A movie and popcorn. Maybe even a boring movie so time would move more slowly on this beautiful late October day.