Tuesday

Well, it's going to be close: 34F tonight. That's 1C. None of my flowers will like it. But they will survive, unless the forecasters are off by one degree in the wrong direction!

One more day of rain. Of wet branches that spray you with water if you brush against them. Of puddles in the driveway. Of the sound of drips, everywhere drips, gently feeding roots, but keeping us mortals wet too, so that we stay indoors. 

Turn on the oven, bake muffins. Eat breakfast.

I'm working on the Great Writing Project once again. We are down to making decisions about the cover and in this project I involve the young families. I know what I don't like but I don't know how to fix it. They, on the other hand, are full of ideas. And this leads me to wonder -- do younger people churn out ideas faster and in greater numbers? Are they better at stretching, at reaching past the obvious? I think so. And I admire them for it! So good to have them on my side as I get older, don't you think?

 

In the afternoon I pick up Snowdrop. She is this week the assistant parent (as her mommy is out of town for a few days) and she takes on that job with great seriousness and determination. And she's good at it! But here, in the farmhouse, she has the freedom today to just do what feels good for her. 

The famous farmette trilogy: she reads (with or without me), she eats, she plays. 

(Today, the play part involves Ed...)

 

In the evening I make an unexpected trip to the young family's place. Sandpiper, the child who, I predict, will be the first to break his arm or bang up his knees and require stitches doing active-kid things as he navigates childhood, had a bit of a bang-up, requiring an immediate trip to the doc, just as mommy was boarding a plane somewhere at some connecting airport and daddy was feeding the bunch a special daddy-prepared dinner. So I spent an evening calming the older two grandkids and reading endless stories about Piggie and Bad Kitty, with the goal of getting the kids focused on bedtime. They've heard them all, but it was a good evening for reading stories that they know almost by heart.

 

Night time. I check on the outside temperatures again and again. They're holding to predicted levels. Hang in there, flowers! This is the last moment of peril for you! Smooth sailing follows! I'm sure of it! Well, pretty sure.