First tiny strawberry and quail egg...about the size of a dime!
LIFE: It's coming right AT me. And the laundry never STOPS.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Bustin' Out All Over
Spring is. The season that I've learned to greet with tremendous apprehension is, this year, turning out to be the salvation of my spirit.
The hardware in my Frankenfoot is migrating and causing pain, the other foot's bone spur is getting worse, I have a little toomah in my wrist, and my hip is broken (OK, that last one may be an exaggeration, but I did get a shot into the bursa of that hip this morning, so hopefully it will be feeling much better by tomorrow, if I can stay still enough today).
My husband is still broken. Broken, depressed, anxious, confused, and frightened. We don't know what's going to come of that, but I'm trying to prepare for the total loss of one income, which is stress-making, to say the least. Big changes are in order, which I believe I can handle, as long as I don't get a lot of resistance from my family here...I'd give that even odds.
But Spring and Earth Day have colluded today to bring forth an amazing display of rebellion against despair. The natural world is everywhere, and it is telling me, "Hey, Sweetcheeks, they'll have to do better than that to get US down, right?" And I find myself wanting to agree.
And so, I devote the rest of this post to a list of praises, blessings, things that are going right.
I did not, in fact, break my hip.
Local farmer's markets start in full force this weekend.
Strawberries are available by the bucketful at roadside stands everywhere.
MY OWN strawberry plants are blooming like crazy.
My itty-bitty lemon tree is fruiting!
Chicks are hatching (Langshans and Black Copper Marans).
After an absence of three years, we have puppy breath in our home again.
Actual green things are growing on the barren hillside above our house. Granted, those things are weeds, but I'm choosing to believe that they will, at least, slow down the erosion that usually deposits a large part of the hillside at my front door this time of year.
The eight pretty little quail hens out by the koi pond should begin laying adorable, tiny, speckled eggs any day now.
The pair of turkey hens that did not get eaten are laying adorable, huge, speckled eggs.
My favorite Marans hen has gone broody, and is setting a nestful of turkey eggs. This should be good.
Bella caught a caterpillar, researched its care, built a little habitat for it, and was rewarded today by a neat little cocoon hanging off the end of a stick inside the Mason jar. Soon, we'll get to see that perfect metaphor of spring, renewal, and rebirth.
I have grapevines and a new cherry tree to plant!
Both of our difficult neighbors are being nice and making improvements to their property. This means that you should come buy the house next to ours that's for sale. Come now!
The hardware in my Frankenfoot is migrating and causing pain, the other foot's bone spur is getting worse, I have a little toomah in my wrist, and my hip is broken (OK, that last one may be an exaggeration, but I did get a shot into the bursa of that hip this morning, so hopefully it will be feeling much better by tomorrow, if I can stay still enough today).
My husband is still broken. Broken, depressed, anxious, confused, and frightened. We don't know what's going to come of that, but I'm trying to prepare for the total loss of one income, which is stress-making, to say the least. Big changes are in order, which I believe I can handle, as long as I don't get a lot of resistance from my family here...I'd give that even odds.
But Spring and Earth Day have colluded today to bring forth an amazing display of rebellion against despair. The natural world is everywhere, and it is telling me, "Hey, Sweetcheeks, they'll have to do better than that to get US down, right?" And I find myself wanting to agree.
And so, I devote the rest of this post to a list of praises, blessings, things that are going right.
I did not, in fact, break my hip.
Local farmer's markets start in full force this weekend.
Strawberries are available by the bucketful at roadside stands everywhere.
MY OWN strawberry plants are blooming like crazy.
My itty-bitty lemon tree is fruiting!
Chicks are hatching (Langshans and Black Copper Marans).
After an absence of three years, we have puppy breath in our home again.
Actual green things are growing on the barren hillside above our house. Granted, those things are weeds, but I'm choosing to believe that they will, at least, slow down the erosion that usually deposits a large part of the hillside at my front door this time of year.
The eight pretty little quail hens out by the koi pond should begin laying adorable, tiny, speckled eggs any day now.
The pair of turkey hens that did not get eaten are laying adorable, huge, speckled eggs.
My favorite Marans hen has gone broody, and is setting a nestful of turkey eggs. This should be good.
Bella caught a caterpillar, researched its care, built a little habitat for it, and was rewarded today by a neat little cocoon hanging off the end of a stick inside the Mason jar. Soon, we'll get to see that perfect metaphor of spring, renewal, and rebirth.
I have grapevines and a new cherry tree to plant!
Both of our difficult neighbors are being nice and making improvements to their property. This means that you should come buy the house next to ours that's for sale. Come now!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wedgies of Love
As I sit at the desk and read my email, I feel a tickling sensation at my lower back, followed by the stifled giggle of a certain 6-year-old.
"What are you doing? Leave my underwear alone."
"Nothing."
"Seriously--quit it. You're not giving your mother a wedgie."
"Oh, C'MON! Please?"
"NO. Now quit it, and go get your shoes on so we can leave."
(pause)
(With a hug around my neck, whispering) "It'll be a wedgie of LOVE."
"What are you doing? Leave my underwear alone."
"Nothing."
"Seriously--quit it. You're not giving your mother a wedgie."
"Oh, C'MON! Please?"
"NO. Now quit it, and go get your shoes on so we can leave."
(pause)
(With a hug around my neck, whispering) "It'll be a wedgie of LOVE."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Day Her Father Started To Smile Again
It's been gone a long time, even that tiny smile. Look, it's even in his eyes! Progress. We have a long road ahead of us, still, I know...but I'm choosing to see this as encouragement. At this point, I HAVE to have something to hope for.
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