Day Forty-Five: An Excursion
"We're going on an excursion!" announced Jeremy.
"What's an excursion?" William asked.
"It's an outing, where hopefully something fun happens," was the quick definition Jeremy came up with. Pretty good answer, I thought.
Our excursions have been minimal in the past forty-five days. I have started to feel anxiety well up in me when we go anywhere lately. I am out of practice. But today we had to go to an urban farm that Jeremy takes care of as part of his job with the conservation district, and since no one else was going to be there, it was safe for us all to tag along.
For this excursion, the kids packed: a Paw Patrol Sea Patroller, a soccer ball, toys for Daisy, and a fashion design sketchbook. I packed: homemade lemonade, ice tea, cups, cloth napkins, apples, oranges, Clif bars, and hand sanitizer. Jeremy packed: eggs for Queen Pee.
Our first stop was at Queen Pee's house. She's our egg customer baker friend. We had pre-ordered two bags of her scrumptious, crunch-and-then-melt-in-your-mouth gingersnaps, and she surprised us with a chocolate olive oil cake with blood orange frosting topped with pistachios. It was a delight for the eyes, and turned out to be an even greater delight for the tongue, but I'm skipping ahead.
We then went to the urban farm that Jeremy has been taking care of for the past year or two. It's a four acre plot in the middle of Fort Smith that the conservation district has taken under its wing. Jeremy's goal today was to start the old Farmall tractor to see if it could be used to mow the couple acres of lawn that surrounds the garden. Taiya and William were thrilled to have a regular old lawn to run around on. Poor kids who live in a forest with no yard. We kicked the soccer ball around, tossed a ball for Daisy, and the kids got a ride once Jeremy got the smelly, coughing old tractor up and running. We're not sure exactly what year it was made, but he thinks it was the late '50s, early '60s. Definitely an antique.
Then the kids were ready for their lemonade and cookies, so they sat under the towering arms of an old oak tree and happily ate and drank and chatted with each other. Jeremy and I took pictures and shot a little video of the garden for work.
When it was time to go, we may have absconded with a few irises and roses. No one lives there to appreciate them! We were rescuing them from obscurity!
We drove home, making a pass through the automatic car wash. Taiya had rubbed my car with dirt before "washing" it with the hose, and she had more fun getting it messy than getting it clean. I'm not too picky about my car's appearance (especially when I'm not going anywhere most of the time), but getting the mud off was a fun excuse to enjoy the swooshing, spraying, foaming car wash.
At home once more, we immediately cut the cake and enjoyed the sweet delight of dark chocolate, bright blood orange frosting, and a shot of sugar that gave us plenty of energy for the rest of the day. We spent the late afternoon enjoying the breezy, sunny weather. I put straw around my quickly-growing potato plants, added some mushroom compost to a few areas of my garden (this is the first year I've used it, so, we'll see how it goes), and picked some herbs to be included in a dinner of lentils and rice. The kids played in the sandbox, and we went on a short walk with Daisy. We picked wildflower bouquets and now have vases overflowing with clovers, Queen Anne's lace, and stolen irises. Day Forty-Five, the day we resorted to thievery.
"What's an excursion?" William asked.
"It's an outing, where hopefully something fun happens," was the quick definition Jeremy came up with. Pretty good answer, I thought.
Our excursions have been minimal in the past forty-five days. I have started to feel anxiety well up in me when we go anywhere lately. I am out of practice. But today we had to go to an urban farm that Jeremy takes care of as part of his job with the conservation district, and since no one else was going to be there, it was safe for us all to tag along.
For this excursion, the kids packed: a Paw Patrol Sea Patroller, a soccer ball, toys for Daisy, and a fashion design sketchbook. I packed: homemade lemonade, ice tea, cups, cloth napkins, apples, oranges, Clif bars, and hand sanitizer. Jeremy packed: eggs for Queen Pee.
Then the kids were ready for their lemonade and cookies, so they sat under the towering arms of an old oak tree and happily ate and drank and chatted with each other. Jeremy and I took pictures and shot a little video of the garden for work.
When it was time to go, we may have absconded with a few irises and roses. No one lives there to appreciate them! We were rescuing them from obscurity!
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| They smelled amazing! |
We drove home, making a pass through the automatic car wash. Taiya had rubbed my car with dirt before "washing" it with the hose, and she had more fun getting it messy than getting it clean. I'm not too picky about my car's appearance (especially when I'm not going anywhere most of the time), but getting the mud off was a fun excuse to enjoy the swooshing, spraying, foaming car wash.
At home once more, we immediately cut the cake and enjoyed the sweet delight of dark chocolate, bright blood orange frosting, and a shot of sugar that gave us plenty of energy for the rest of the day. We spent the late afternoon enjoying the breezy, sunny weather. I put straw around my quickly-growing potato plants, added some mushroom compost to a few areas of my garden (this is the first year I've used it, so, we'll see how it goes), and picked some herbs to be included in a dinner of lentils and rice. The kids played in the sandbox, and we went on a short walk with Daisy. We picked wildflower bouquets and now have vases overflowing with clovers, Queen Anne's lace, and stolen irises. Day Forty-Five, the day we resorted to thievery.
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