“Like
a sound, spring spreads and spreads until it is swallowed up in space. Like the wind, it moves across the map invisible;
we see it only in its effects. It
appears like the tracks of the breeze on a field of wheat, like shadows of
wind-blown clouds, like tossing branches that reveal the presence of the
invisible, the passing of the unseen.” ~ Edwin Way Teale
I
went to Philly for a week when #1 daughter and Sir T welcomed grandson Baby B
into the fold. He weighed 8 lb 11 oz and
was 21 inches long. He is Baby O’s
identical twin born 23 months late! Baby
O or more aptly Toddler O loves him and hopefully they will be very close and
have lots of adventures together.
I
arrived there on Friday, April 5th with a winter coat on and by Wednesday it
was 89°. The forsythia, swamp marigold,
magnolias etc were blooming and I was afraid I missed spring arriving in my own
backyard. But I should have feared not
as we run about 2-3 weeks behind them. Spring is making herself known this year. There is no jumping over her and going head
first in to summer up here so I have been thoroughly enjoying it.
I
returned home just in time for…
…two
trips to town for #2 daughters pre-op paperwork and blood work, then she had
surgery for pilonidal cysts and subsequent return doctor visits. The surgery is deemed a success and the final
stitches will be taken out in two weeks.
…opening
day of trout season were several trout were caught. My brother has contributed to filing my
freezer with some larger than my husband or children have caught but he grew up
here and has more experience! He tells
them they go fishing and he goes catching!
…opening of turkey season….well let’s just say
I will be raising some turkeys this year or the Thanksgiving table will be
empty.
…#1
son’s bachelor party to which I provided
some food. They had a high stakes poker
tournament but none of the monies made it home….They must play as well as they
hunt.
…the
bridal shower was held in the Delmonico room in the historic Hotel Fauchere. (some pics taken from their website)
It
was a beautiful day, guests were dining on the veranda and the private garden
is just starting to come to life.
The food was delicious, the coffee was
strong and excellent, but the cake was too die for.
…final shopping for #2 daughters prom and the
prom it’s self. In an attempt to curb
the consumption of alcoholic beverages by the seniors, the prom is held on a
Sunday. They must attend (allowed late
arrival 11:15) school the next day or be suspended.
…and
my favorite niece unexpectedly stopped by for several days with her children. She is ten years younger but her oldest and
my youngest were born three months apart so we deal with the same child
problems at the same time. We can go months
without talking and pick right back up when we see or phone each other. We have tried convincing her to move closer
than 6 hours away but a husband and her schooling prohibits that.
…#2
son’s entry in the Home and Garden Show.
He and four class mates in building construction class built a playhouse
to enter into a competition. They had to
present it at the H&G show for two days where it was voted upon. They were later raffled off and all proceeds
went to local children in the Make a Wish program. Their entry was a barn which took second
place to a log fort with water guns mounted on top. As they were competing against playhouses
built by area builders, I think they did a remarkable job.
Along with all that we
have finished cleaning up the garden, have a rough draft of this year’s plants,
transplanted several blackberry plants and flowers, painted the barn, moved
some fences, straightened out the greenhouse to accommodate the numerous flats
of tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cabbage along with some lupine, lavender and
horehound that we started.
With
all the social/medical activities, the man’s work and #2 son’s return to his
seasonal job after school being back in the garden and greenhouse is very cathartic
for me. I have been day dreaming of all
the rewards to come from that one little seed and this morning I was able to
pick the first asparagus of the season.
Needless
to say fiber arts have taken a back seat once again. The man sheared the sheep while I was away
but I haven’t found time to deal with it yet.
I have continued to spin and I am working on a shawl that you start at
the bottom and knit until you run out of yarn.
A friend asked me to make a little bolero for her daughters 6th grade(their junior high)
graduation so I have one on the needles. But I think I need more therapy so I am headed back out to the garden to listen to the bee's work the flowers of the nanking cherry trees.