the reason we all picked this weekend...

Once the weather turns delightfully warm, it's tempting to come up to Wisconsin from Chicago for a weekend of family time, outside time, visit the old haunts time. So it's not surprising to see the younger family here, especially since the longer weekend means no one has to rush home on Sunday. But there is a particular reason to be together in this moment: Sandpiper just passed his first birthday and Sparrow is about to mark his fourth. The weekend is perfectly sandwiched to celebrate the two of them. En famille!  

My farmette time is very short. Ed and I do a morning walk together, because he wants to help me extend the meadow (where I seed some wildflowers) in the new orchard and we plan out the space for it between the young fruit trees. The chickens help.

Sorry, Dance helps too.

Then I make a quick dash to the bakery to pick up two birthday cakes and I squeeze in a late breakfast on the porch with Ed (it's such a beautiful morning for it!)

And then I'm over at my daughter's house for a day filled with wonderful, joyous family time.

(Precious moments with visiting Juniper: if she is surprised at how much energetic play all these cousins can engage in, she doesn't show it!)

Lots of family time.

Lots.

(Family Portrait!)

Grandparents (not us!) provide lunch, kids play (hugs are common)...

And finally, the boys open presents. With help. (Additional help needed from the several of us especially talented at putting things together.)

(Ed truly can fix pretty much anything. Holding a baby? Fifth one now passing through his lap and it still remains a challenge.)

We eat pizza, then, important moment coming up -- there are the two cakes...

(someone needs a little help blowing out a candle)

... And we squeeze in some group pictures (thank you, Ed!)...

Though we have to laugh at how there is never the perfect moment to take that shot of the five grandkids together because the two young babes are not always in sync with their naps and hunger spells and the three older ones have patience galore, but not bottomless patience (sort of like us grownups), but we manage some pics and we put off others and it's altogether great fun just to even try!

I'll leave you with a photo of mom and her three kids -- two of the boys from today's celebrations and their older sister. (Oh! Is that cake frosting in your hair, Sandpiper? It is! No surprise there: cake frosting always makes it into the hair on your first birthday party!)

I ask you, how can you not love a day like this?

Family Saturday

Ed laughs at my intensive house cleaning campaign when my younger girl is scheduled, along with her family, to visit us at the farmette. As if I worry excessively that she should find our home a little neglected. He's wrong, of course. My girl would be comfortable here even if I didn't clean, wash and tidy before her arrival. But her visits create an excuse to really be more thorough, especially in our control of clutter. Because we both get careless. I love an immaculate, well organized, minimalist house, but not enough to want to put in the effort on a daily basis to get it to that state. We have both decided that we have better things to do than to be fastidious about every last detail. And that's fine -- I can live with that, but sometimes I like dig into their roughly pushed aside piles of toys in the play room, or my mounting stack of papers on the kitchen counter, or his stack of clothes tossed to the side of the couch. Today was such a day. All morning long I worked on cleaning and clearing our living spaces.

After the morning walk of course. Today, you get to say hello to our second oldest hen -- Henny.

What flowers are blooming? Well, it's the start of the iris show. These common irises bloom first and they are probably the only flower that has been here since before I moved in. Do I love them? Well.....  But, like the tiger lilies, they are emblematic of a Midwest garden, so I let them be, putting only some limits on their expansive nature.

Breakfast, on the porch, with peonies. Unfortunately, not my own. I have at least 8 or 9 peony bushes in the flower fields, and they probably will be in full bloom when I'm away in June. They, like every other flower this year, are late.

The Chicago young family hasn't been here for a visit since Juniper was born and so it is especially wonderful to welcome them here today. A bright and beautiful day. I'll post a few photos from the visit and then, too, from when the local young family joined up, finished off by our dinner, with all of us, plus another set of grandparents, stretching the limits of our long kitchen table to the max.

("This is different! Where am I?")

("Oh, hi grandma! Wait, weren't you just in Chicago a week ago?") 

(Oh, come here, you little one!)

(In the meantime, Primrose remembers all the favorite corners and secrets of the farmhouse. Very quickly, she settles into the children's corner in the art room.)

(Golden cherries are always so special because they are so rare...)

(Primrose was so engrossed in her play that she chose to stay in the farmhouse under Ed's watchful eye --haha -- while Juniper explored for the first time the farmette lands. Highlights? The tomato plants, the cherry tree, and the willow, under which her mom and dad got married just about 8 years ago.)

(The cousins arrive. From the youngest on upwards!)

(Familiar play routines: dress up and food preparation)

(The two older girls go with me to pick some asparagus for the salad. First a few dandelion puffs, then a lesson on how to snap an asparagus stalk.)

(Dinner...)

(Let's zero in on the youngest guys!)

It was a beautiful day, and every moment was extraordinarily special. If you're a fan of big family gatherings around the table, especially in the season where you can start adding foods from the garden (asparagus), then you'll understand. Oh how lucky we feel on such occasions! How extraordinarily lucky!

 

Friday

I am that person: I get a vaccination, I'm out of it for a whole day after. (Shingles, yesterday, totally out of it today.) So you may think I have second thoughts about vaccinations? Au contraire! It makes me think how much worse it would be if I got sick with the disease I was avoiding.

Still, it was a groan-filled day. 

A slow walk to the barn...

(I have seven clematis vines climbing various trellises and poles, but they're "tucked into" the property so that few people ever see them. They all bloom early. So here's one!)

I have a frustratingly Dance-filled breakfast.

And from there it was couch time: a nap never tasted so delicious... until I just had to get going on house organization for the weekend ahead.

In the afternoon, Snowdrop is here. 

We spend a heck of a lot of time showing her that facts matter. She had opened a wee bag of chips and insisted, absolutely insisted that it had less than what she'd usually find in it. I claimed that's not possible. There are laws! Cape Cod chips cannot lie! Ed settled the dispute by taking out the scale and weighing both the opened bag and another. Turns out we were both right: it was less full by one chip, but it was within the specified amount!

Separately, I was putting away papers and I came across a letter written some years ago. Going through it, I found about fifteen false claims on each page. Which lead me to think -- how is it that we get anywhere in life, when we don't bother seeking out real facts?

(Here's a real fact: the girl loves to jump, especially when she is happy...)

Toward evening I finally face the flower fields. We got close to three inches of rain yesterday and you know what that means... So many weeds! I don't even make a dent today. But that's okay! We're getting to the point where maintenance is going to drive my outdoor work. And if I dont do it all in one way, I have tomorrow or the day after. Summer is long. Plenty of time to tidy stuff up!

Thursday

How can it be so muggy outside? It's like there is a perpetual invisible mist. You step outside and are surprised that you can see past your nose. All that moisture in the air! Let's shed the sweatshirt, we've entered a steamy bathroom in the wild.

This did not stop a raccoon from doing damage around the coop at night. Well, you didn't succeed, so there! Chickens accounted for. Wait, where's Henny? (Eventually we find her. The girl is broody and she can sit in one place for a very very long time.)

It's definitely warm enough for a breakfast on the porch.

I'm in a state of contentment. Or relief. Or both. Yesterday, I handed Like a Swallow to someone who was not part of the book publishing industry. So, the first person who is reading it for pleasure. True, it's my daughter, so not without bias, but I can tell she really liked it. Mothers know these things. Or at least this mother knows these things. 

It is rather mind boggling that I never let anyone I know pre-read any draft of the book. I did not want to be swayed away from the narrative in the way that I felt it had to be delivered. I did not want praise, I did not want criticism, except of the type that the publication editor ultimately provided (so many more commas in the final version!). There's plenty of time for discussion and reflection post factum. But it was really really gratifying to hear her enthusiasm now. One more piece of evidence that our kids' voices matter in our lives. Hearing what they have to say sometimes takes courage, but most often, it provides sweet rewards.

And at the farmette, the bold swallows dart in and out of the garage shed, bringing food to their young, eyeing me with suspicion, daring me to get in their way.

The afternoon is with Snowdrop, who proudly took her violin to school (the music class teacher asked for instruments).

I have never heard Snowdrop play and to my knowledge she rarely practices, but for some reason, she really loves lessons, loves Vivaldi, loves thinking of herself as a violin-playing person, so there you have it. 

(Pink next to pink and white.)

(Afternoon at the farmette, where she never wants to listen to music but always wants to read books with me. And climb a tree. Same tree.)

The next few days weeks are going to be fast paced, I think. House cleaning, family celebrations, big meals, holiday exhale with all the kids, peony magic in the flower fields, clean up at the farmhouse, launch book, pack up and go. Not across the ocean, but still, go! All that, in less than a week. Hop on board for a crazy ride!

With love...

 

to be happy

1. What I'm Thinking

It is hard to celebrate happiness when there's a senseless war to the east and a senseless shooting to the south of you. Very hard.

Still, the war wont stop for you and the gun violence will not go away so you can't put your life on hold waiting for people to start acting sane. You continue. You celebrate birthdays. You celebrate the everyday. You celebrate your luck if you happen to be born in a place that hasn't been attacked from the outside or from the inside. No war, no atrocity.

At the same time, you never grow numb to the pain of others who were not so lucky in life.

Sigh....

 

2. Celebrations

Our own celebrations continue. And I actually have two today. First of all, we have a birthday. More on that in a bit. In addition though, on this very wet and cool spring day, I'm celebrating the arrival of my book: Like a Swallow, in my hands right now, for the very first time.

It feels odd to look at these words on paper rather than on my computer screen. I suppose this is true of any long term project: you work on it forever and suddenly you're done and then said item is put to use, or enters circulation and you feel a little off kilter. Like the person who builds her own canoe then after years and years of work, goes out to paddle and suddenly the boat isn't on her workbench but out in the water. Weird!

I am being interviewed about the whole writing project tomorrow and I swear I will think of something clever to say about it, but right now I just keep thinking that it certainly was a slog and honestly, as I reread the text yet again, all I can think of is that 1. we all missed a couple of typos! And 2. I'd like to tackle certain paragraphs once more. Because they are never good enough and the human brain is always capable of coming up with something better. Is that the way all book authors feel? Poor guys.

Breakfast is with the next batch of blooms from the garden: it's lily-of-the-valley time! Oh, the fragrance!

 

In the afternoon, I prepare for Sandpiper's birthday. Meaning I shop -- for party drinks (actually there's a lot of partying coming up this weekend so the party drinks list is long!), for cupcakes, for balloons. [Me to sales person: I'd like you to blow up a bunch of balloons for me. Here, these! Sales person: the balloons are between $3 and $10 and then we charge $8 for each blow-up. Me: did I hear right? $8 for each blow up? Sales person: there is a shortage of helium, you know. Me: I'll just get three balloons.]

And then the young family arrives -- after work, after school, in the thick of a  heavy rain shower. Happy first birthday sweet, active little guy!

(The non-birthday sibs)

Birthday dinner: today Sandpiper sits at the head of the table.

Helping him blow out the candle.

May you keep that good fortune with you all through your life!

Happy, happy birthday!

With so much love...