I gave a number to this day as well -- day one of the second year of social/commercial/travel etc etc isolation, but that's the last you'll hear of the numbers. I don't have any great insights as to where we'll be in terms of the pandemic two days or two months from now, but I suspect that we'll bounce around a bit for a while longer, even as the hope is that we'll reach a safe harbor sooner rather than later. But numbering those days of waiting seems tedious and dull and downright unnecessary, so I'm moving on to give other labels to days that lie ahead. For example, tomorrow, expect something like: "too much snow!" in the title line.
Today the wind picked up and the clouds rolled in, but we stayed well above freezing and so once again Ed and I want to return to outdoor work.
After breakfast, of course.
There was a bit of worry because I could not find Peach, the oldest of the remaining four free ranging cheepers. What with owls hooting at night, and coyotes prowling around, and the ever present possum, I felt sure we had another casualty. So the big surprise was to see the old girl emerge from the dark cavernous corner of the garage. Poking around revealed a rather pretty nest with several eggs in it. Clearly Peach has decided to set up egg shop on her own here.
Okay, chickens accounted for. To work! We've made tremendous progress. I can't move around or divide perennials just yet, but we have cleared most of the beds -- new and old. Honestly, I think we've done the greatest chunk of it. I feel so pleased with our rush to get it done that I get ambitious and propose to Ed that we create yet another flower field all the way by the barn. It's not a crazy idea. Really it's not. True, no one and I mean no one ever goes there (except for us and occasionally the kids), but we have pulled a lot of weeds out of that sunny spot and if I dont plant flowers there, then we'll have to keep hacking away at the weeds because by midsummer, they really take over any bit of land that is not otherwise occupied. So, another little field to add to my master plan for the farmette lands.
Today is, of course, family dinner night and it's cold enough for me to be glad that I have to put the shovel down. And for once, I try not to lose it. (Putting down gardening tools in forgotten places is a constant problem. I have yet to locate the clippers I momentarily put aside yesterday...)
Dinner is in daylight! I've been reading all the complaints about our move to daylight savings time, but I just cannot jump on that bandwagon. I love the added hour of evening brightness!
The kids want to paint. Well why not...
Eventually I do get dinner on the table.
But not right away. I've grown out of the habit of rushing. One slow step at a time.
With love...
