Crunch ye leaves while ye may, new snow is come a-flying. Milky bread for breakfast for our unimpressed little flock.
Good day to catch up on the classics. I do care about history, Joey, and my kid’s gonna learn it.
That was one of the great things about growing up with insomnia, and for all the suck there were a few – seeing the cult classics late at night. I would love to know who was in charge of programming whichever the hell one of our local stations it was that played punk classics like Rock n Roll High School, Times Square, and Urgh a Music War just to remember the few I actually caught the names of. Between that, college radio and Brave New Waves on CBC I have to wonder what my world would look like if I had been able to sleep like a normal child.
Just as I was about to bond with the upholstery yesterday some manner of chicken drama lured me outside to discover a perfectly beautiful day. Captain Combine Repair’s call phone had remained blissfully silent over the weekend giving my sleeping daughter another parent nearby, so my hiking partner and I booked it while we had a chance.
Luka nearly caught a thing but he did not catch the thing and we had to sit here for awhile before he was able to accept that he was not going to catch the thing.
He’d have been happy to wait all day in the beautifully warm meadow above the wet lands for the deer who bed down there.
Between the toddler and the flooding I can’t remember the last time we got out to our wetlands. It’s not a strenuous hike, but it’s a far from easy one. I’m so much more used to walking with a toddler now that I kept catching myself advising Luka to watch his footing.
Yeah. I think he’s got this.
Today is as grey and grim as I’d thought yesterday was going to turn out to be so I’m really glad we had an opportunity to enjoy it. Snow’s in the forecast tomorrow.
And these guys won’t be around much longer.
And that’s the best shot of those you get when you travel with a dog.
And then it was time to follow the cloud home.
And then it was already time to offer the llama his entertainments.
And other curiosities.
What kind of parent makes a kid do yard work on a holiday, anyway?
To be fair there was a lot of lying down on the job, but then the view was so beautiful.
Definitely my favorite sticker toynbee tile to date.
Days are getting short and shadows are getting long.
The kind of weather that makes everybody contemplative, and she’s been no exception. Instead of scattering their feed for them as usual she just dumped it out and stood there, regarding her little flock as they ate.
Thinking little chicken farmer thoughts, I assume. Everybody is happy to see her coming with her little bucket in this weather.
And yes, of course.
Fall clean up continues and is welcome activity. It’s really nice outside when you keep moving. Even after three hard freezes, though, we have yet life not ready to sleep. I don’t even know how this little sprig of matthiola wound up with my sage, but as I always grow it in remembrance of my grandmother – a woman who lived independently in her own home right up until her final, brief hospitalization at the age of 102 – it makes me grin to see it stubbornly continuing to thrive in the home it made for itself.
And calendula is going to become another tradition. A flower so prolific the ancient Romans named it for first day of every month – the calendae – because it seemed to bloom that often. Certainly doesn’t do too shabbily in modern day Canada, either.
Meanwhile there was much merriment of pugs and toddlers over the hours I was meant to be asleep last night, so I better keep this object in motion so that it stays in motion and doesn’t become an object at rest.
The pinkedy pink pink sunrise was followed immediately by a cool, gunmetal grey day. Much of the household succumbed to their cocooning instincts.
There was a warm sun behind it all, though, and it was comfortable when we went out after lunch to tend to rounds.
And other moral obligations.
C’mon. I’d never neglect my sweetheart.
Then off on shenanigans.
Found somebody I’d been looking for.
Not that I’d been missing all of her.
Poor girl. She, alas, was one of the flood related reasons we could not enjoy the east pasture this year. Thankfully she’s not attracting any unwanted guests anymore, and we’re fortunate that Luka is a supremely sensitive unwanted guest detector.
I’m glad to see everybody else coming in for fall with all their parts.
But now that we’re all indoors with the door closed firmly behind us for the rest of the day I’m going to go wash my hair, grab a snack and finish the movie that unexpectedly came in at the library yesterday before nap time’s over.
Damn, if that wasn’t an invocation to wake a toddler I don’t know what one looks like.
We could see Cllouseau through the living room window so we were out the door with grain for him right after breakfast.
Just for him.
Pictured: ungracious beast.
Then we went on to have a terrifically productive morning. I got the front garden and containers all cleared out and put to bed for the winter while she occupied herself with the grape plant. Hey how can you tell if those things are fermented?
Well maybe 93% cleared out before she suddenly and with striking determination decided that it was fine swimming weather no matter what any goddamn mommy had to say about it.
She actually got the thing all the way up to the house where I was able to lure her in with the promise of breakfast food and a bath. Just as well, because I had to wait for her nap before I did this:
I could so comfortably ignore a tantrum. But she makes no protest to me. She just wails and paws at it with helpless sorrow to see it so, I guess, defiled?
Costs me nothing to respect her, I guess, passion, and *naptime happens every day.
And yes, we’ll go back out with a treat for her after dinner. I’m an asshole, not a monster.
Doing inside things while we wait for outside things to warm up.
But things are drying out and I’m glad for local farmers. And leaf stompers.
We haven’t enjoyed the north pasture as much as we usually do for a variety of fallen dominoes related to flooding this year. It was great to get back out there yesterday.
Gave them both a chance to run and for her to shout “poo! poo! poo!” at the top of her lungs. And, to her credit, step in absolutely none of it. She already has farm-kid level expert footing, that’s for sure.
Pretty cool suddenly being able to touch all those fluttery things that were hanging off the trees just a few days ago, too. Pretty cool to be able to enjoy this little wooded area of the property at all – it was all but completely submerged for a long time after spring thaw.
Anyway this post has been chipped away at and abandoned to distractions several times now. We’ve had a productive morning and a good but simple lunch keeping our eyes peeled on the hay field for occasional sightings of one of our resident moose.
But the lunch is in our stomachs and the moose is safely back in the treeline and the chickens have been casting increasingly pointed looks at the windows, so on with the day.
If you hold your ear up to Alberta you can hear a lot of bad language right now. Thankfully our haying’s all done. It is supposed to hit plus twenty this week and it’s sure looking like that might be the last chance local growers get to take their crops off. Our resident industrial mechanic has been off shoulder deep in combine guts all weekend so it’s been quiet around the house.
Well, as it gets.
I can’t spend a lot of the day sitting down anyway. Our rooster is sneezing and while it sounds absolutely adorable – think four year old pretending to have a ray gun: “pew pew!” – I do not want my rooster sick. Or getting my chickens sick. I served him up some hot oatmeal and now I’m going to go rooting through the vet supplies and see what we’ve got on hand, but it hasn’t shut him up any and his crow is as clear as ever so I’m just watchful eye for now.
Then maybe I can play with my blocky little bubbles for awhile.
Visited our beauty and caught her profile against the wet blanket.
Ning surprised me at the breakfast table with a dish she had prepared. It was swiftly relocated to the boot room.
I love you too, sweetheart. But no thank you.
And the rest of the day is being spent in a fit of domestic mayhem wherein I atone for the sin of deliberately letting everything go to hell for a few days. One by one I am discovering all of my daughter’s sticker stack Toynbee tiles along the way.