It’s supposed to start raining tomorrow and not quit for several days. That means I have A-LOT of work to accomplish today.
A.LOT.
Plus, my best friend in the whole world, a woman I’d like to emulate but I’m too much of a goofball, has made a call out to her readers to post a link to a picture of our desks…..where we write…..where the inspiration just comes flowing out of our fingers onto the screen. We are to post a picture here: thekitchensgarden.com/2016/04/11/where-do-you-write/
But I have to get there before I can send her MY snap shot. And it’s supposed to rain. Tomorrow.
Did I say I have A-LOT to do today before it starts to rain.
DID I TELL YOU IT’S GONNA RAIN TOMORROW!
AND MAYBE RAIN THE NEXT DAY.
AND MAYBE THE NEXT! I have to get busy!
I have to RUN!
Milking…..feeding….
Wait, Ms C…..I’m coming…..
Cleaning up the milking gear.
Hurry, huury.
Washing….
Hanging….
Folding…..
One more load to go!
More feeding. More watering….
Watching for escapees.
Feeding….
Watering….
Feeding….
Watering….
Gathering….
Washing…..
Hurry, hurry.
Running.
Ms. Celi is waiting for her picture.
Fixing supper…..
Cleaning up the mess that was supper…..
Attending a 4H meeting. (No pics here. Lots of sweet eager children. Privacy issues)
Planting seeds for hardy greens….Bright lights Swiss chard, Russian kale, Lacinato kale, curly Scotch kale….. in the fading evening light.
Hurry, it’s going to rain tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
And it’s late and still Ms. C does not have a picture of my writing space.
Almost there.
Almost done.
Run! Run!
Wait! I see it!
Aaah. There it is.
A room with a view. A south facing window where I can keep an eye on the animals and an ear to their happy singing. A place that is shared with high school students, college students, a wonderful husband.
A happy place. Our writing spot.
Now it can rain.
Today’s count: 39 eggs. 2.5 gals milk
Unseasonably sunny and warm. High 71. Low 30. Mild wind out of the south east.
PS: I sneaked out to peak at the weaning piglets very early this morning, before true light. And they were all piled on top of and snuggled into each other. No signs of distress without momma. Good.
I am out of breath, and the space is filled with admiration. I used to be a bit like that, but those days are long long gone. Who gets first dibs at the writing space? Not you, I bet!
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No, never me.
I’m always the last down and the first up. But I like it that way. It feels like “book-ending” the life of my family.
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What a lovely, inviting space to finally arrive at after such a day… mine often leave me tired by the time the light is gone but I’m exhausted simply reading yours 🙂
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I’m the lucky one. I know women in my life who have the same chores and littles to look after too!
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I love this! Such a full happy day. And then, there, finally “a room of one’s own.”
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Sounds like a lovely life, and with a comfy place to pull yourself together at the end of the day. I love your daily ‘count’, and wonder if you end up with 3 dozen eggs every day and, if so, what in the world you do with all of them. And your photos are great — a very satisfied looking piggie in the header. Thanks. ~ Mame 🙂
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I am out of breath keeping up with you. All the busyness and then to sit and relax in a quiet corner to wind down with words!
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THAT was fun! And then … that warm quiet mellow light behind that cozy chair … how did you ever get up again? 😉
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Oh it was hard to dig myself out. But the lure of my handsome husband waiting for me in our big warm bed…. well, what can I say. 🙂
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After days like yours, that’s definitely an “aaaaaahhhh!” chair. A small place of your own to let your thoughts catch up with your racing body, filter it all internally, and let it out in words. A beautiful space, a great photo of it. And I love your pigs and chooks 🙂
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