Day Forty, Forty-One, and Forty-Two: Paw-Patrol Day, Yoga Day, and Farm Day
Unicorn Day was the start of our holiday week. The day after Unicorn Day we celebrated Paw Patrol
Day, during which William watching the show while wearing his Paw Patrol t-shirt. We had soup for dinner, which apparently is Paw Patroly, and leftover Unicorn Day cake for dessert. Since it was a million days ago, I forget the details of the day. Good thing, too, because I have two more days to catch up on!
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| The irises are just starting to bloom here. This was the first one to appear, and Taiya gasped and shouted, "Mama, my IRIS IS BLOOMING!!!!" I love so much that she gets so excited about that! |
Yoga Day! Saturday, Day Forty-One, was my day to pick, and I picked Yoga/Relaxation Day. I actually didn't end up doing any yoga, but I sure did relax. I let the kids do whatever they wanted and read a book all day sitting on the porch in my rocking chair. It was a page-turner, and if you're looking for something to get sucked into, I recommend Susanna Kearsley's books, The Winter Sea, and Firebird. I was reading Firebird for the second time. It's a perfect blend of romantic, sweet, historical, and adventurous. It's not profound literature or anything, but it is fun. It was a beautiful day, and part of me felt like I should be doing something more productive, but a stronger part of me said: just sit down and take it easy. So I did, and it was wonderful.
Farm Day. This was Jeremy's pick, and it was Farm Day because he knew he had to work the cows and get some of the oldest of the herd loaded to be taken to the livestock auction. We were going to join him for part of the day, but I got busy with my own projects at the house. I built two new garden beds. The first one I made was in a location that was formerly forested- it had never been cultivated in any way. I had to move a pile of logs, then rake it, then pull out a bunch of poison ivy, then find the biggest rocks and dig those out, then line the edges with some logs. I didn't turn the soil, since I generally garden in a no-till method. It is about three feet by six feet, and will give me room to grow some squash.
Then I tackled my compost project. I have a mobile composting system, where I use a large metal ring that's about two feet tall and five feet in diameter. I put it wherever I want to make a new garden bed. I put all my compost in there for two years or so, then move it. It leaves behind several inches of compost and enriches the soil below. So today I moved my ring, forked out all the un-composted stuff on the top and moved it in the wheelbarrow to my new spot. I then shoveled a wheelbarrow full of nicely composted stuff to put on my new bed with the logs. Then I moved my new three ft. by three ft. square raised bed frame I built the other day to the old compost pile, shoveled all the excess compost into it, making another new garden bed where the compost pile had been.
As I was working, I was pondering this blog. We're up to Day Forty-Two, and I have been wondering if I should keep going with my daily log in order to record the experience, or if I should do some more creative writing, like more poems or something, as a daily way to record it without worrying about all the details of what we've done. I'm not sure yet.
For Farm Day dinner, I made sauteed onions and yellow squash with a pile of fresh herbs from the garden, the last of the pinto beans, and cornbread. I thought that was an appropriately farmy dinner. We haven't picked out a holiday day for tomorrow, but William informs me he will finally let me give him a hair cut, so, Hair Day? (Just as a note: my giving him a haircut isn't a new thing because of the pandemic. I've always cut his hair, because I'm cheap and the one time we took him to a place he refused.)
I don't remember which day we started, but Taiya decided she wanted to hear some of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. We're about halfway through now because she keeps asking for more chapters and not just at night when we normally read stories. She's loving the book, and I am so loving re-reading it. William has been into Mrs. Bindergarten lately (thank you, Ashley Wolff!), maybe in anticipation of starting kindergarten this fall (if all goes well, pandemic-wise). Lord, I hope he gets to start kindergarten this fall.
Then I tackled my compost project. I have a mobile composting system, where I use a large metal ring that's about two feet tall and five feet in diameter. I put it wherever I want to make a new garden bed. I put all my compost in there for two years or so, then move it. It leaves behind several inches of compost and enriches the soil below. So today I moved my ring, forked out all the un-composted stuff on the top and moved it in the wheelbarrow to my new spot. I then shoveled a wheelbarrow full of nicely composted stuff to put on my new bed with the logs. Then I moved my new three ft. by three ft. square raised bed frame I built the other day to the old compost pile, shoveled all the excess compost into it, making another new garden bed where the compost pile had been.
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| William's face covered with mud freckles from he and Taiya spraying a big uprooted stump with the hose. His whole body was covered with red dirt. Reminded me of that Gillian Welch song, Red Clay Halo. |
As I was working, I was pondering this blog. We're up to Day Forty-Two, and I have been wondering if I should keep going with my daily log in order to record the experience, or if I should do some more creative writing, like more poems or something, as a daily way to record it without worrying about all the details of what we've done. I'm not sure yet.
For Farm Day dinner, I made sauteed onions and yellow squash with a pile of fresh herbs from the garden, the last of the pinto beans, and cornbread. I thought that was an appropriately farmy dinner. We haven't picked out a holiday day for tomorrow, but William informs me he will finally let me give him a hair cut, so, Hair Day? (Just as a note: my giving him a haircut isn't a new thing because of the pandemic. I've always cut his hair, because I'm cheap and the one time we took him to a place he refused.)
I don't remember which day we started, but Taiya decided she wanted to hear some of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. We're about halfway through now because she keeps asking for more chapters and not just at night when we normally read stories. She's loving the book, and I am so loving re-reading it. William has been into Mrs. Bindergarten lately (thank you, Ashley Wolff!), maybe in anticipation of starting kindergarten this fall (if all goes well, pandemic-wise). Lord, I hope he gets to start kindergarten this fall.
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