Saturday - 36th

The sun is with us today and tomorrow and perhaps even the next day. I call that a gardener's obligation to step out and get going.

But with what? I have heaps of compost and soil at the edge of the roadside flower bed, waiting for new arrivals that haven't arrived. Understandably, things are moving slowly this year.  I've put in the path for the big flower bed and I need to plant the flowers that will spill over onto the wooden walkway. Once I have the flowers. I have a bunch of annual seeds waiting for a promise of frost free nights. Ed asks -- so what will you be working on today?
I answer -- Good question! I don't know...

In the past, we'd be driving to the nurseries to take a look, perhaps adding some stuff, perhaps selecting flower baskets for the porch. That was then. Now I spend the sunny morning poring over websites, trying to shop from the same nurseries, but with the aid of the internet. Believe me, it's not the same. There was great joy in walking along aisles of potted plants. You have to work up a different sense of contentment as you browse online. Too, you're not the only shopper. I see that if I place an order at Flower Factory, our beloved perennial growers, pick-up wont be available until next weekend. Understandable. But it doesn't help us in our work during these three good weather days.

Okay, pause for breakfast. Note the tulips. I splurged and spent the $6 to add a bunch to yesterday's grocery order. I love spring tulips on the kitchen table and I wanted at least this week to have their bright faces join us for the morning meal.






True, I would not have picked pale lilac. But they're fine, really fine! Lovely in fact, by virtue of their preciousness right now.

By late morning, I put away the laptop and head outside. I have five bare-root plants that did arrive last week. In they go. Anything else? Bed maintenance! This can easily fill a day. Or two. Or three. Dig out the spreading Monarda. Pull out creeping charlie where it has crept too far. Find the quack grass strands and wack that quack! All on a spring-like sunny day.






The wind is strong. I like that! It defogs the brain and cleans the soul. I almost forget we're living in weird times.

(The daffodils that can't brace themselves against the wind come inside.)






(Dark Blue Tuxedo, taking in this fiery day...)











Evening. Snowdrop calls. Gaga, I miss trips. I miss airplanes. I miss the excitement.
I almost want to tell her -- oh, we'll all be traveling again in no time! Time for a five year old is a mysterious combination of hours and months. It's intractable. You can make it up for a child because she wont know herself how to measure it. But I don't say that. It seems to me that we need to teach ourselves to build happiness afresh, out of this new reality. To find elements of  goodness in our everyday, because there is too much uncertainty to bank on something that comes after. And indeed, so long as we are healthy, and we have food and shelter and love -- the ingredients are all present. We need look no further than that.

Supper? I take out chicken brats and frozen broccoli and I cook them up in a way that it seems like  it's a regular old supper on a Saturday night.

Goodnight, with love.

Friday - 35th

Spring is struggling. We haven't had that string of days that is radiantly beautiful. Instead, we've had one here, another there, the rest -- cold. Even Ed is wearing his jacket outdoors. (He has two defaults: t-shirt with jacket, or t-shirt without jacket. One jacket, two options. There is no middle ground.)

It's a stay inside day. It just has to be. The garden will wait. It's not ready for me and I'm not ready for it.






Breakfast. In the kitchen. Someday it will be on the porch again. Looking ahead at the forecast, I can tell that it wont be out there in April.






And so I continue to be in my "planning mode." As if it were January or February. I weigh options, I think about what to do with flower bed trouble spots. Call it low-energy pregardening. Like treading water before the big swim, only it's an awfully long period of not moving forward.


Snowdrop is here in the afternoon. It's interesting to watch her now, on these Fridays at the farmhouse. Typically she has had her fill of school by the end of the week. Coming home (or to the farmhouse) slows her down. But now, being home is a constant. Home, with a bit of grandma's. And she is the lucky one, because she has that change of pace that's missing in so many kids' lives.






And yet, you have to remind yourself that all these kids who do have reasonably (economically) secure homes and caring families -- they are lucky. If no one in their immediate family is sick -- double lucky. There are challenges, for sure. For parents especially. Still, I can't help but feel grateful for all that's in place for my three grandkids and for those who are doing basically okay

(sign of the times: face masks hanging in the background.)






(Bothering Ed. Not really. There's nothing that he wont let her do. Perhaps because there's not much that she does that could possibly annoy him.)






I drop Snowdrop off at home and I linger a bit with her mommy. Just to catch up. Would you believe it? Life moves forward! Stuff happens! Comparing notes is important. And so over a glass of bubbly (water these days), we catch up.

And in the evening, I reheat pieces of the frittata, mix up a salad and sit back with Ed, exhaling. (Until the very late evening, when supplementary foods arrive from the store.) Five weeks down into isolation and we are okay. And I hope with all my heart that you are too.

Thursday - 34th

Remember when Groundhog Day seemed like a total fantasy movie? When no day was ever like the previous one? Remember when you thought a crowded restaurant, or cafe was a good thing? Do you find yourself watching movies and wincing at scenes where people seem too close?

We are in the middle of April. For us, the next three weeks are the busiest in terms of yard work. This is the time when I plant like a person who has been set loose after months of captivity. How will we proceed this year? I've been thinking a lot about this and I've made a mental list of imperatives: that I should not grow lax, just because everything is more difficult now. That we should support as best we can (curbside pickup!) the three growers -- David at the Flower Factory, Natalie at Natalie's Greenhouse, and the friendly people at Kopke's. All three are struggling. That I will adjust to the new demands without so much as a shudder. We've had harsh growing weather, cats who mess with everything in sight, chickens who scratch up tender roots, and now we also have the granddaddy of them all: isolation and a raging pandemic. So, not the easiest of times, but my gosh! How fortunate that we can plant at all! Not a peep, not a wince, not even a sigh out of me. We are going to grow stuff with a smile and it will be beautiful!






But not today, because it is just so cold this week! The daffodils are really groaning the loudest right now. I am sympathetic, but there's nothing I can do.

Breakfast. Much to discuss. As always these days.






And here come Snowdrop and Sparrow!











(Lunch)





In the late afternoon, I push myself out to work (with Ed's help) on trimming the new orchard fruit trees. It's not that I don't like doing this, but it really is terribly cool for April 16th. We do a modest job. The trees are budding. Fruit or no fruit, it should be pretty out there this spring and summer!

Back to the flower beds and tubs. I continue to weed and throw down chips on the beds. Among daffodils.


 


And I pull out flower tags, stuck into the tubs where I plant lots of annuals. How fortunate that I saved them. Normally, I walk through a nursery and pull out familiar flats, oftentimes not knowing the name of the plant, even as I have a clear picture of its growing habit. This year, I have to buy things by name. I'm starting to make lists.

By evening we're spent. Frittata time! I have some rather wilted asparagus and "aging" mushrooms. And cheeper eggs.

(Ed grabbed the camera...)






And here's someone to keep me company while the frittata is baking! (I do love FaceTime in these days of isolation!)






Quiet at the farmhouse. That is not a new normal, it's our normal normal! We practically never go out in the evenings and rarely stray far in the daytime. And still, we have made friends with local business owners -- coffee shops, bakeries, nurseries. Cheese vendors, corn growers, tortilla makers. Many are deemed essential, or are permitted curbside sales. But what a stressful time it is for them, as they hang in there by a thread. Nothing is as it was before. I can feel their anxiety in our email exchanges. We're vulnerable, they're vulnerable. We can (and should) stay in the safety of our home. They keep going. My deep thanks tonight is to all of them, for what they do, because, well, they have no choice but to keep going.

With love.

Wednesday - 33rd

It's a day for staying in touch. For writing longer emails. For reflecting a little, for taking in the wider picture.

I'm lucky to have this time, but of course, it means that the day speeds at a pace that astonishes me. I tell Ed that I haven't been this short on time for many many years. Everything takes longer. People can exercise? Really? Where do they find the time?

We do pause mightily over breakfast. We are used to quieter meals, but these days, there seems to be a lot of ground to cover. "Did you read..." or "Someone I respect said..." are common entries into longer reflections.






By early afternoon, I have to acknowledge to myself that I have not prioritized exercise. Oh, sure, it's the weather (cold again). It's the park closings (lack of nearby paths). It's this, it's that, but mainly it's not good. And so Ed and I do venture out, just to the north of farmette lands, right into the thick of the new development. (From there, the farmette looks a little wild, a little disheveled...)






Good enough, for today. Will do better tomorrow! Maybe.

And immediately after, Snowdrop comes over.






Read, play, build -- all wrapped in stories, as told by the little girl.

(A Lego project, begun before the shutdown, finally completed.)






Ed comments later how in just the last two weeks, Snowdrop has shot up in her level of maturity. I smile at that because I've seen this before: you don't much notice the passage of time when kids are very little, until suddenly you realize that they are not so little anymore. At that point it's out of your hands -- they are one foot out the door. Or at least that's how it felt when my girls were rushing through childhood -- much in the same way that Snowdrop is rushing now. (Sparrow and Primrose are still your quintessential little guys. Give 'em a couple more years!)


Evening. We had a delivery of one last large box of Alaskan fish from our community supported fishery shares. Our freezer is full again. And tonight's dinner? Fish! With a potato, with broccoli. Fish. How lucky we are to have this slab of fish.

Thank you, Alaskan fishermen and women, and all farmers and food growers and deliverers. Thank you.

With love.

Tuesday - 32nd

Sometimes, you read about stuff that happens that leaves you utterly bewildered. How can this be? People, littering grocery stores with spent gloves and masks? Hording and reselling PPEs to make a fast buck? Shouting obscenities because someone asks them to please step back and not come too close? Stories like that make you sick. There's the virus, but, too, there is our own humanity and it is being put to a test. And some of the accounts you come across don't make us look all that good.

But then, on mornings like today, I am reminded that there are many more stories out there of "inner goodness" (these are words I used with my girls when they were still trying to understand complicated human behaviors and impulses), even over and beyond the obvious heroism of those now working on the frontlines. So many people just want to do good stuff. Inevitably, they touch your life, like a gentle dusting of glitter, helping you to feel at peace with the world again.

I heard, quite unexpectedly from three unusual friends this morning and all three caused me to cry big fat gloppy tears. One who is a long time Ocean friend, and another who is a travel related friend.  The third -- a former student.

The first message came with a gift: two sheets of vintage paper doll cutouts. (You can find such gems here: vintage-ornaments.com. The women who own and operate this business cross the ocean to familiar to me spots -- now hit hard with the virus -- to resupply.)





Oh, how Snowdrop will love these!  I can almost hear the stories she will tell, the favorite setups she will grow to love!

My second contact was different. It came in the form of a long email from a woman who runs a small bed and breakfast out of her family home in Parma, Italy. I love Parma -- a treasure of a city in the Emilia-Romagna region of northern Italy. And I loved my visits to Patrizia's bed and breakfast. And I love its owner -- someone who famously once told me to pay attention to my dress and habits, even if I do live with a person who ostensibly couldn't care less about such matters as physical appearance!

Unfortunately, Covid19 infections are high there and the deaths even higher. Emilia-Romagna has more than 10% of Italy's Covid cases. And more than 10% of those infected have died. My friend's family was not spared.

I promised her I would come and visit as soon as it was safe to do so.

The third note came from a former student, now a big time attorney in town, who, along with her husband, offered safe, clean shopping help. Ed and I are okay now. We have learned tricks on how to keep ourselves well stocked and we wash and disinfect stuff before it comes into the farmhouse, because we know others may not have been as careful. We're hanging in there! And still, the gesture was so goodhearted that my heart swelled.

There surely is a lot of love and goodness on this planet.

And so it is indeed a rich day. Even if we did once again appear to have four seasons of weather, all in the space of one hour! Well, maybe only three seasons. I did not recognize any elements of summer. (The sudden gust of snow...)






Breakfast, with Ed...






Then a morning with Snowdrop and Sparrow, at their house...
















And afternoon of cooking and baking. Ed's working on a pan of brownies.






Me, I'm taking out the pizza ingredients again. We finally got flour and yeast! Now is the time to make up some pizza dough and twirl it in the air! Or some such maneuver.





And once again, we descend into our evening of calm. And popcorn.

And once more, I'll end with a thank you. To all of you, for all that you do for others.

Primrose sent me a piece of her artwork. It's full of color and joy. I'll end the post with her creation.

Monday - 31st

The wind whipped up the farmette solidly last night. Sheets of rain changed to flakes of snow. Nothing significant. Still, it was a brutal weather event. The daffodils this morning were slumped.






April weather. Ever unpredictable, ever throwing extremes our way. But, too, often giving us a final good surprise. Cold and bleak turns blustery but sunny by late afternoon. Nothing I would want to stay out in. But pretty!






Not that there was much time today for outdoor work. After breakfast...






,,, the kids are dropped off at the farmhouse.  Snacks, books, play. In that order.






Lunch? Pancakes, again!






Sparrow, you're getting to be so big...






And right after their lunch...






... Snowdrop and Sparrow leave and I go into a post-Easter Zoom call with my friends in Poland.






I have a chance to view firsthand things they baked, eggs they decorated. ("Mazurek," a layer of shortbread covered with icing then decorated with dried fruits and nuts, is the quintessential Polish Easter dessert.) But mostly, we talk. For a long long time. The need for this doesn't go away just because the world shuts down all around you. It is a tad ironic that I talk to them more often now than in more normal times. Suddenly, they cannot visit each other, putting us all on equal footing. And so I am as much a part of their everyday as I would be were I living in Poland.

Afterwards, Ed and I (and the cheepers and the cats) walk over to our spinach bed.





No sprouts yet!

At the farmhouse again, I have another lovely set of minutes: with Primrose, over a cup of tea. With cream scones (for her).






And now it's evening. The wind is picking up again. So cold! But I'm okay with that. Our warm days will come. We are suspended right now, waiting on all fronts. May as well wait for warmer weather too.

I start work on my grocery list for the week. We'd like to have Mondays or Tuesdays  as our regular weekly order days. Last week a Monday order netted us a Sunday morning curbside pickup. We're hoping to do slightly better this time. Every few minutes I refresh the page, hoping something will open up at our grocery store. And lo! It does! But what's this?  It's for tonight, late at night! That's too soon, but we're not going to be fussy: nothing else may open up again. Click! We'll take it! But wait, we need to up the tip, it's way low. In doing this, we lose our spot. I repeat the process many times: refresh -- nothing. Refresh again - a late night spot! Change tip. I lose the spot. And again and again until finally it takes hold! I'll be washing groceries close to midnight today!

Eating leftovers from yesterday's meal, we remain grateful for all the food that comes our way through the heroic work of others. So very very grateful. Thank you.

With love.

Sunday - 30th

Are you an Easter person? Well then, may you have health and love and a moment at least of merriment on this day! (If you're not an Easter person, my wish for you is the same.)

Am I an Easter person? That's a tough one. My parents were not holiday people. Not secular, not religious, not pagan, not national, not personal, not any holiday hoopla. No traditions developed, none passed on.  Oh, when we were very little, there was a Christmas tree. But that ended somewhere with elementary school.  If you were old enough to walk to school by yourself, you were old enough to be done with holidays. So Easter, which is huge in Poland, even among those who have long passed on going to church every week, never made it to our home.

You could say that when I had my own family, we started with a clean slate: we set in place our own traditions. (Though in fairness, my ex-husband came from a family that was big on every holiday that crossed their path, even if it was a total Hallmark fabrication, so he did not come to the table empty handed.)

But Easter stumped me. Some of us went to church sometimes. Me, I stayed home and worried that somehow I was not giving the kids a meaningful, tradition-filled Easter holiday. And fifteen years ago, when I joined forces with Ed, I gave up any pretense of doing anything uniquely wonderful on this day. For one, it's not his holiday (he recalls vaguely family seders, at an aunt's house, but can tell me nothing more about them, except that he liked to mess with some ball bearings, though I can't quite figure out if these were toys or real rotational friction reducing devices). And, too, the usual (non-church) American Easter habits and tradition seem geared toward young people with a sweet tooth and a deep love of stuffed bunnies. That just doesn't mesh with where we are right now.

So here we are on Easter Sunday and even though I love spring, and holidays, and celebrations, at the farmette, we're keeping to the tradition of a low key approach.





Indeed, the day begins ridiculously early, with us driving to the grocery store some ten miles away, because remember? It's where we managed to snag a grocery curbside pick up slot last Monday -- a day when I was a tad worried about our rather low supply of milk.

It's foggy. It's cloudy. It's going to be cold. Yet there is something sweet about us being up, barely awake, trying to get to the store before it opens at 7. (On the mistaken theory that if you get there early, you beat crowds. Turns out there are no crowds, indeed, no one else is picking up anything and our groceries are not yet ready, so we spend a weird half hour in the car listening to grim news in the parking lot of a very very large grocery store.)

The order is only half filled (most items and even their substitutions are out of stock) so I am very glad we did not count on it for supplying the basics needed for a family dinner. It would have been a dinner of milk and mushrooms. No matter. We have nothing but gratitude for having even just those items nicely loaded into the trunk of the car.

I spend a good bit of the morning washing containers of foods in the kitchen sink.

Outside, the fog lifts, the air is still warmish. Ed goes back to sleeping. I pick daffodils for the kitchen table. Just a few. I leave the rest for our landscape. It really looks so much better with that yellow color boost!

And then I FaceTime with Primrose! Here's the little one, playing with a snake from grandma! (Don't ask.)






Such a lovely real Easter moment... She bounces between toys and games and her spirit is just so contagious! Here she is -- a little girl, with her mama, who happens to be my little girl.






And now comes breakfast with Ed. And I give him an animal report (including a lot of stern words about one cat who seems to like to patrol a bird's nest in the overhang of the sheep shed, and another cat that chased the two little kitties right off the porch), and he shakes his head in the way one does when there isn't a good solution to a sticky problem (six energetic cats who enjoy mostly chasing each other and any living thing that's smaller than they are; it's their idea of a good time).






In the afternoon, I fix supper for the young family. There is not a little guilt in this: so many people want so desperately to be with their kids and grandkids today and it cannot be done, whereas for us, living as we do under one common "isolation roof," it is doable and lovely, even though, especially because it is a holiday, I do miss the younger family terribly much.

More FaceTime, this time with all the cousins!






I want a picture of the awesome threesome! That's tough! Or is it? What do you consider a good photo? For me, it's one where they are all together. This one!






We eat a Sunday supper of crunchy chicken and asparagus (and corn, because, you know, the kids love corn), which does seem to me to be a very wonderful spring dinner, indeed an Easter dinner. And there are Ed's cookies and chocolates and fruits (which perhaps are the hardest to come by these days) and it's all very wonderful, even if not traditionally so.






A pause for post dinner quiet time.






In the evening, Ed and I sit back and exhale. Another day, made special by the season, by a holiday, and especially by the fact that our closest ones are doing well.

Dare I hope you had a very lovely day as well? Yes? Oh, but may it be so!

With love.

Saturday - 29th

We are two people, stuck in a very normal day, with very abnormal thoughts and conversations. I mean, everything about this Saturday is wonderfully predictable! There is morning sunshine...






I clean the farmhouse, we eat breakfast in a leisurely way...






Call it any-Saturday.

The weather stays pleasantly hospitable to garden work and so I spend the morning digging in the new path. As always, the cheepers get in my way. As always, I curse them, but they know and I know that I don't really mean it.






Ed works on clearing honey suckle at the periphery of the farmette lands. He's kept it nicely under control. Without that effort, much of the uncultivated land would be lost to this invasive shrub.

And still, we're spinning on a different orbit. From the minute we wake up, our thoughts go to the news of the day. We read different articles and share information. We talk about our supplies -- what should be replenished this week and how this should happen. I use different words to express normal concerns: it's not "oh, I should check in with the dentist this week," but rather "oh, I will do anything to avoid having to check in with the dentist this week."

As always, Ed will be on Zoom chats or email exchanges with the machining company that's working hard to stay afloat, despite the fact that most everyone is working from home. Me, I dig, clean, weed, cook.

In hard work, there is relief. Sometimes you can forget about the news of the day. Your thoughts stray to roots you're pulling up (what the heck are these?) and to planting schemes and diagrams (can I maybe fit in a new day lily here?).

Inevitably though, the uniqueness of this planting season creeps in. In other years I'd be planning a visit to the Flower Factory -- my go-to perennial supplier that has been filling my flower beds for over thirty years. It is in fact in its last year of business. The owners wanted to retire this fall. As a parting gift they have this sudden chaos. Selling and buying flowers has never been harder.






Too, in normal times, I fill flower tubs with annuals in April. Purchased from a local nursery. Ed suggested I use seeds this year, but this would put me severely behind. To have flowers by mid spring, seeds should have been planted indoors in February. We haven't done that, nor do we have the proper light for this. Old lamps are already in use to help our tomatoes do their thing.





And still, it's such a normal day! In the afternoon, I collect every ancient packet of flower seeds (Ed never throws out half used packets) and I take them to last year's tomato bed. The thought is to dump them there and see what happens. But I hadn't expected the old bed to be overgrown with dandelions and creeping charlie. The cheepers and I spend a productive hour (or two) digging up stuff, even as the clouds have long taken over our once blue skies and I swear there is an occasional gust of rain falling on us all.

It's your classic super productive gardening day! How I love spring... The fresh starts, the energy, the magical infusion of color...  I scrub my hands, for once because they're dirty, visibly dirty as opposed to secretly covered with evil stuff, I think how a bit of luck could be of use to a lot of people these days.

Dinner? Well, not especially exciting. I have a half a bag of shrimp, I have some frozen veggies. Together, along with some fish sauce, soy sauce and maybe a splatter of something else and a shake of a spice, they will make a fine stir fry.

A quiet evening. Just like always! How I hope it is that way for you as well...

With love.