Saturday, April 9, 2011


1.  I feel better (understatement) when I can go outside and play in the dirt and move things from one place to another.  Nora's pink cheeks in the sun, dirty hands, digging spoon.  Love.

2.  It's sun tea time, folks.  My liquid intake just went up 60%.

3.  Plants sitting out on the front stoop are friends waving goodbye when we leave and hello when we return.

4.  My starter plants are off and running.  The trees are trimmed.  The peonies are mulched.  (Thank you, Mom and Mike!)  I seriously would have been out there with a steak knife duct taped to a yardstick.

5.  I love how the house becomes a sort of thoroughfare between the front door and the back, the screen doors slamming and the world's breath blowing us along.  Washing dusty forearms and face in the kitchen sink, standing under the kitchen ceiling fan, a domestic helicopter, with arms outspread.

6.  Aprons.  Rolled up jeans.  Bare feet.  Laundry on the line.  Farm cats lounging.  Birds singing for free.  The girl narrating her every imaginative function.

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8.  Playing guitar on the back porch to the fields and hogs and garden and girl.


  1. I had fertilizer and oil and grease and dirt all over me today when I got home. And I was happy as a pig in s***. God built us to work, plain and simple. Then He gave us sun tea as a reward.

  2. That sounds like the most beautiful day! I still want to come see your farm someday. It's developed an almost fairy-tale, story-book like quality in my mind...visiting it would be like walking into my imagination. :)

    I worked hard yesterday, too, but in a different way--I was in the kitchen in Janzow from 10:30 am to 8 pm with a total of two hours' break. I was hot, sweaty, and smelly when I was done--but my reward was a cool shower and then an evening with my man. I'd say that makes it worth it!