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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Running Out of Breathing Room


So Febuary wanes.


And there are four weeks left until Beatrix sees the world, her father, her sweet sisters.


Her room, if not anything else, is ready--three beds all in a row, Madeline style.


Elspeth, though of course I do not think she understands the full purport of my lack of breathing room these days, seems to understand that there's a Beatrix inside Mommy's uterus--she shares toys, icing, snacks, and books with her new little sister by shoving them close to my belly button.


Merry continues the incredibly helpful oldest child (surely she will not always appreciate this title as I do). And she is still as wildly imaginative as ever, living in her own worlds, concocting bizarre outfits, drawing long books and now--writing narrative to accompany them.


We continue well, loving our children, our community, our home and food, and we're planning a glorious summer garden in the warmth of the sun, this time with three girls (unless the fellow was wrong and Beatrix is indeed a boy). Martin received another lovely piece of news to go along with his generous arts grant: an almost "free" semester next fall in which to write and enjoy his grant. He'll teach only 1 1/2 classes, and per my warning (only just less than half in jest), he promises not to go moody, inward, and brooding--such things are simply not allowed at Wazoo Farm.

Plan your summer trip now, and join us among the struggling fruit trees, the zinnias, the seas of herbs and the not-so-neat rows of vegetables. All Martin asks is that you bring a few bricks with you as a host[ess] gift!