2. She also spent quite a bit of time today wanting to catch a platypus. I'm having a hard time breaking things to her lately. "Nora, the platypus is a native of Australia. We won't find one out there." "Nora, eggs from the fridge don't hatch." "Nora, your belief astounds me. But there are some things that just won't happen." Should I tell her not to try? Should I encourage her? Distract her with a less outrageous project? She just believes with all her heart, and I feel like I break it with all my "reality" and "rules." Here she is in her platypus hunting outfit:
What would I want to be told? I don't even know how to answer that tonight. If someone supported me wholeheartedly, and I found out later that she knew it couldn't happen, would I be mad?
3. The dirt is ready for planting, but I'm a little tired. I am hitting that moment at the end of a hard push when your body kind of gives out and you know you should just rest, but you don't know how to do that exactly. So, the cold lingers, God's way of slowing me down. But the planning still happens, the soul urges the muscle. Seed depth. Row spacing. Early and late crops. Crop rotation. Rows running north to south to catch the full arc of the sun swinging east to west.
4. Everyone needs a place to dream and write.