Sunday schedules

They're made to be broken. Things evolve. Plans change. And the weather can shake things up for you. Luckily your online scheduling calendar can stand many erasures and modifications. So, I went from having a benign day, with lilies and one phone call in the books, to a totally chaotic but ultimately sweet day of rain, bugs, lilies, markets, and morning buns. And some good company and very many hours of reading. Out loud. With cups of tea to keep my voice afloat.

Do you see what I mean?  Only the lilies were there, on repeat, as predicted. All 648 of them snipped in the drizzle and wetness of a morning that had way too much rain for my liking.

(three little girls...)

(three different little girls...)

(first frog sighting...)

(Big Bed)

(second frog sighting...)

 

 

 

 

 

 

(fun fact: meadows like rain)

 

 Breakfast. Out of the rain. Away from the bugs. What a relief.

 

 

 

And what happened next? Well, my daughter asked me if I could fit time with Snowdrop into the day. The girl had time off from her drama program and she was angling for a farmhouse visit. Yes, of course, but I was going to go to the market downtown. I'll take her along for that first. Oh, could I maybe join you? Sure! We'll grab some lunch after and then I'll take her to the farmhouse. 

Great, except the prediction was for rain, storms, and more rain. Could we handle that?

Yes we could.

(she spotted me!)

(Market shopping: veggies, sure. Also flowers for me...)

 

 

(... and flowers for them)

 

 

(Lunch at Madison Sourdough. Though not for the girl -- she prefers the stuff I fix for her at the farmhouse. Which includes Ed-grown tomatoes.)

There follows an afternoon at the farmette... 

 

 

 

(Tomato first...)

 

Followed by reading. For all the hours of the afternoon.

Why a long reading session? Well, we were halfway through The Silver Sword -- a 1956 book about three sibs who survived the Warsaw Uprising during World War II. I've read a lot of World War II books with Snowdrop -- they are not about the war per se, but about families that lived through it, whether in England, France, Denmark, or Poland -- what they endured, how they managed to survive. I think this was the tenth one from this group and it gripped both of us. Since I'll be traveling next week and the week after, she wanted very much to finish it so that we wouldn't be forced to hit a pause for several weeks. Yes of course, she could finish it herself, but where would that leave me? I'm just as interested in the story line as she is!

So we read. And read. And read some more. And I forgot about my very challenging lily snipping morning, and about much of the ills of the world, because the story was that good and the plight of those Polish children was so dramatic!

 

In the evening, it rained some more but by this time I just didn't care. The fact is, most plants love the periodic drenching they're getting this year and as you know, I have stopped trying to keep everything neat and tidy. Bad enough that I snip lilies with such obsessive regularity. I can let other things slide. No one will notice. Right?

with love...