So much sunshine! Take one look at the weather: there's a real push toward spring.
We are feeling boisterous. Breakfast chatter is about fixing some things (cat door to sheep shed, for example). Hard to believe that in two months I'll be outlining my planting agenda for the day.
But boisterous doesn't equate with fast. For example, our breakfast? Slow...
Do I sound like a broken record when I say (yet again!) that sometimes slow is good and speed is destructive?
I read in the press interviews with those who voted for the leadership we have now in this country and I am surprised how many are favorably impressed with how fast this administration is forcing through its agenda.
Is that good?
I am reminded of Sandpiper's visits to the farmhouse on Sundays. He can undo any structure the other two may have built or set up in the course of the week, with lightening speed. And he's just three years old. Amazing how easy it is to shoot a cannon ball at something that was erected with patience and care. Quick to wreck, without thought or analysis. This is a good thing?? I don't understand. What have you gained from it now and more importantly, how will this affect your future? Do you even know? Don't you wonder if someone is maybe pulling the wool over your eyes with all this talk of fraud and waste without evidence of either? Blindsiding you just a bit? Quickly, with speed, before you can understand what's really happening?
We go cross country skiing. It's windy but beautiful outside! We're not fast on the trails. But not slow either. Moderate!
And I pick up the kids, bring them home...
... feed them, give them play space, read, then pack into the car so that the girl can get to her lessons on time. We've taken to pausing then at Barrique's. Sparrow and I, and eventually my daughter, and still later the lesson girl. It's a great way to let go of the week and ease into the weekend. What are your plans? -- she asks. What are yours -- I want to know.
I drive home. To Ed, to the farmhouse. To our peaceful quiet.
with love...
