Dark skies, pounding rain, rumbling thunder. I wake up to another storm system barreling through south central Wisconsin.
Wait, wasn't this supposed to be my day of the Great Garden Clean Up? Don't I have three days worth of spent lilies to clip?
It's a wet, wet morning.
We eat breakfast in the kitchen.
Eventually the storm system moves on. There's even a ray of sunshine coming through. For a minute, not more than that. So shouldn't I go out and work the flower fields?
Yes I should.
Not only do I snip away at hundreds of mushy and wet lily heads, but, too, I cut off stems from lilies that have cycled through all the season's blooms.
It's a huge, wet, project, filling many buckets and many hours of the morning.
(looking good now)
And I dont sit down to recover either. Once done, I snip away at Ed's hair (once he decides it's too long, I have to hack away at it) and then move on to get the kids: pick up at school, bring them to the farmhouse.
Well, not straight away. They twist my arm to stop for ice cream.
Then home. Well, their farmette home.
I tell them that tomorrow marks the midpoint of their vacation. They're not yet at the point that they miss school. That doesn't come until you head out to get new school supplies. For some reason, getting fresh folders and pencils and markers really leaves you breathlessly eager to put them to good use again. For now, vacation rules!
For me as well. I never pick up kids now who are tired, disappointed, or overwhelmed by the social let alone academic demands of the day. They're just plain happy. (And hungry!) To five and a half more weeks of happy.
with so much love...
