No no, not the overhead kind, in a stall, in the bathroom. I mean an outdoor rain shower, of the gentle sort. The one that gives strength and sustenance to the plants and a break in garden work for me. That would be ideal. But we get none of that. Instead, the morning is rain free (so, I need to be outside!) and the evening -- well, that is one vicious storm system that is threatening us even as I write this.
So let's roll back to the beginning. Up early, to admire stuff out there...
And to feed the animals. And then I have an appointment that is so early that I leave Ed sleeping still. And since I am out and about, I decide to stock up on croissants on the way home. We've been eating a lot of them lately. Between Ed, the kids and me -- we put away three or four each day. So I buy a bunch and then freeze them and then buy some more. But on day one, they are fresh from the bakery and that, my dear friends, is a breakfast to die for. Along with berries. The days of daily oatmeal are put on hold for now. I am following my yearnings and cravings!
(um, Dance, you're hogging space here...)
And then I go out. Seeding and weeding. And prancing and glancing, if you want to be poetic about it.
All the way until it's time to pick up the kids. I say "kids" even as you will only see one kid here, on Ocean. Let's just say that some kids were stressed over the details of walking from car to house and then working through the chores of hand-washing etc etc and picture taking then was off the table. I managed one click, of Snowdrop hounding Ed to play a computer game, before I put the camera away in favor of filling their stomachs with foods and minds with great literature.
And in the evening I tracked the storms. And there were plenty. We'll see tomorrow what branches came down. Crossing fingers that the flowers held their own!
