Hosted by Camp Patton again..
Yarrow is a wood-elf. She’s fearless out among the trees. We’ve been spending a couple hours each afternoon chasing snow-patches and greeting them with joy, then lying down in the leaves to rest. It makes me more comfortable with the wild to have my little fearlessness at my side, pushing aside branches with her tiny hands and delighting in the sound of birds and wind. She begs for the walks. Putting her big boots on and leading the way.
I found Bao at Trader Joe’s!!! I’ve wondered if it actually existed since the first time Saffron made it for Mal in Firefly! I insisted Seth walk in and say “Is that fresh Bao?..Quaint!” Just like Wash does in the episode..I’m a loser. But he did, and we taught Yarrow to say it too! The bao was tasty, interesting, and super light! I have no idea what the dough is made of, but I’d get it again, so long as everyone is willing to repeat the whole Firefly re-enactment. Dork. Dork. Dork..Don’t judge me too harshly. If you haven’t seen it, you really can’t understand!!
Our chicken flock is up to 9! A friend brought by 7 of her extras last weekend, so we’ve been enjoying the renewed abundance of eggs! We’ve been getting about 5 a day as the new chickens settle in, and our originals adjust to being re-cooped. It’s nice having an active hen-house again!
Today I planted pots of salad greens and sweet peas (the flowers, not the sugar peas). It’s excited to begin growing things again! This weekend we’ll be tilling the front garden up for beans and peas and radishes..the early crops that can survive a couple of cold nights. I can’t wait to see them peeking their little heads up out of the ground!
Even avoiding the news as much as I do can’t keep me away from the awful stories. My prayers go out to all of Boston - so close to us here! It’s awful to hear of so many unloving acts. I’m trying to take time to pray for the victims of the bombing, for the victims of the abortionist in Pennsylvannia - born and unborn, and for all victims of the violence that is so much a part of our world -and those who perpetrate violence, who - though they are actively participating in evil, are still loved by God and desperately in need of our prayers.
I keep running across lists of “how to know you’re a mom” (apart from the obvious)..they always leave me feeling vaguely out of place. I drink my coffee hot, listen to music I love, and bathe without interruption (except Luba - who’s horrified and fascinated by the whole concept of willingly sitting in water). .. I always feel like mom-lists are for women with more kids, less time, and a different attitude toward life altogether. They make me a little bit lonely - like I’ve moved to a country that will never quite welcome me. Does anyone else feel that way?
Speaking of feeling a bit on the outside..How do you address sensitive issues within your extended family? Have you had to tell your parents to keep their distance, or ask your sister not to stay over-night at your house with her boyfriend? We have some tough discussions coming up in the near future, (not the examples I gave, don’t worry!) and I’ve been sort of feeling around for direction. I’m not really very good at these sorts of discussions, I tend to go to one or the other extreme - I insult people I love or I back down and over-soften. But the conversations need to be had..Suggestions?