another rushed morning

How are my flower fields faring? I don't know! I've been away from them for too long! (In May, three days is too long!) And this day is so lovely and yet again I haven't the time to dive into their thicket, to prune, remove and correct the errors that are still fixable, stakable, transplantable, removable, weedable (are these even words??). No matter. Let's enjoy the brief walk to the barn together...

And now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to run to (so that breakfast is hurried...).

Back so soon? Great. Next meeting for today is over at my mother's nursing care facility. Staff brainstorming how to address the onslaught of negativity. Nothing new there. She remains still hostile, still miserable, still calling me, telling me who did what wrong, and what a disappointment I am for her. Why? Well, who knows why, really. Probably because I am always there. Who else will listen?

Back to the farmette. I have time for either a leisurely lunch or a hurried gardening session, but not both. I choose the latter. Because, as many have said before me -- gardening is really, really good for you. I've known that since I was a babe! (Caveat -- unless you hate it and then I really do think you should find something else to fill your spare time. There is nothing worse than a sour gardener!)

Kids now. The oldest (third grader Snowdrop) had a field trip today to the International Crane Foundation up in Baraboo (about an hour to the north of us). Oh, school field trips! Do you remember them? You look forward to that break in classroom routines and you love, love, love having all that time with your friends. Does the destination even matter? Snowdrop had a great time, cranes or no cranes!

Sparrow takes it in. I can just see his mind churning as he listens to his sister's stories and tries to prepare himself for being faced with these big kid challenges sometime in the future!

We read for a long while. Sometimes I wonder if I have regressed in my book reading -- I love my pile of novels on my night table, but my enthusiasm for Snowdrop level books is positively bursting at the seams. I cannot wait to see how the plots in her books will resolve themselves!

(this is their favorite activity to do in the five minutes it takes me to get their food together: Ed's computer)

 

 

Evening once again. Ed is on his bike, I study the garden... it's okay, it's okay... right? Not too neglected?

 

 

 

I'm cooking soup. I think about the month. Calmly now. I'm getting better at putting the turmoil behind me.

We still have a few days of May left. Wonderful.  I'm not ready to let go of this month. May is so very beautiful!

with love...