Thursday

The better the weather, the more intense my gardening work. I'd say that work reaches the level of "frantic" right now. The weather is that spectacular! And I'm running out of time.

I'm weeding still -- this time, in addition to working some more on the Big Headache (aka Big Bed), I also hit the bed around the black walnut that the Madison Gas and Electric people took down (the tree grew right in the middle of my secret path bed). And, too, I'm moving Lost Lilies. You dont know about Lost Lilies? Those are the ones I planted a while back and then all sorts of stuff grew around them (phloxes, monardas, rudbeckias mainly) and they got lost somewhere in that thicket. I still check up on them all July long, but I'm the only one who knows where they are. These girls are totally invisible to the outside world. So, I'm slowly moving some of them out. Like maybe six per year. (Yes, there are that many!) To better spaces. May they thrive.

But first, of course, there is that morning routine...

(Out back: our melon field is filling up with ripe ...melons!)

And that morning breakfast. 

You know what's really amazing and totally incomprehensible to a person who grew up in postwar Poland? That yesterday at breakfast, Ed and I talked about getting a tiny toaster oven and with a couple of clicks of a finger, there arrived last night a box with just that, so that this morning, I took out two frozen croissants, out them on a tiny tray, and in five minutes -- perfection!

This right now is my cooking station for just about everything I cook on a daily basis:

Ed would add to it our mini microwave and I do also have a pot for making tea water. Amazing how small changes can simplify your life!

Okay, then comes the frantic work and sure enough, I look at my watch and I see that it's time to pick up the kids.

Thursday is our local market day. I'm thinking it may be the last one I take the kids to. I'll miss the next two and the last one in October is likely to have poor weather, only because we've had nothing but great markket weather this fall, and all good things must come to an end. So we rejoice extra hard at the loveliness of it all. (As always, Ed joins us at the market.)

(He picks doughnut, she pick cookie)

(how about these?)

(drawn to the artsy stuff)

(not too old...)

(cheese curds and one last time -- corn)

(to the farmhouse...)

Play at home, drop off kids, bike with Ed.

I've been so busy, that biking has fallen off for me, which is a shame because Fall is great for bike rides. No matter: tonight we bike.

 

 

And sure enough, that wave of sleepiness washes over me pretty quickly! And still, we linger on the couch, because, well, a couch evening is about as special as it gets. Calm, with a movie and a few squares of chocolate. Happy.