After Being Sick, No More Pallets On the Floor

Beatrix at the Farm

Who needs to be scrubbed clean and hung out to dry?

After a good tumble with the chickens at our friend's farm, this child needs a hot bath.

"I'll take you home!" offered Beatrix, but we had to intercede. Our fences are not strong enough for two toddlers.

I'm Planting Seeds. . .

Occasionally, life seems to upset. At home last night, we thought over taking a dehydrated middle daughter to the ER last night but hydrated her successfully before falling asleep at midnight--overseas, Sri Lanka and Thailand and other countries suffer. When the tunnel of worries gets rather dim and heavy, the best place for me is outdoors among growing things. So despite the fact it was cold and rainy this morning, and despite the fact that I'm late to start seeds indoors, Merry and Beatrix and I left the sicElspeth safely in front of the TV with some sugary tea and toast.

I wrapped Bea in some raincoat contraption and Mere suited up and out we went into the cooling hands of our spring garden. . .

And there we found grace in the reliable, cheery, auntie-like tulips,

deepening grass and blooming trees,

lettuce seedlings

Martin's latest hardscaping

and our own soil mix.

And there's nothing like bringing dirt indoors by the bucketful to brighten a house dimmed by sickness.

So we'll just put ourselves in a bright window like the seeds and hope for warmer, sunnier climes soon.

Holy Monday Finds Woman Still in Robe, Hair Mussed

I'm watching the lady across the street take down her plastic Easter eggs from her redbud tree with a long pole and hook.

We spent OUR Easter out in the garden (Martin and I) since all three of our girls were sleeping after being hit by the Dreaded Tummy Bug. Here's the inedible Easter cake Elspeth and I made out of crayons:

Poor Elspeth is still fighting her way through, and now she's getting feisty and punching the air. Meanwhile the dandelions are turning a bright cheery yellow. Martin's reading Malcolm X for class while he tries to calm Elspeth with the other hand and I am finally contemplating a shower. We drove by a friend's house whose children are also down for the count and she came out to meet us with a wry laugh. "It's so nice to talk to PEOPLE," she said (though we're fairly sure we're playing host to the same bug we kept our distance). "There IS life beyond our own house."

Sometimes, sometimes, people, thinking about life, for just ONE day without the kids sounds SO good. As long as they came back bouncing and beautiful and smelling as sweet as the lilacs about to bloom in the Pump Garden. . .But these early days, when our kids pick up sickness on holidays, are good bonding times. Happy, happy bonding times. Times for the scrapbook of pestilence. I've only forgotten to take pictures, though.

Egads! Is that a garden ornament? Well, we usually stay away from garden ornaments like bad germs (and they tend to proliferate once you've opened that door), but this one I stuck in the children's garden, (can't help thinking of the Velveteen Rabbit becoming real, though this one is as fake as they come) to surprise the kids. Also, it's serving now as a marker for the PeeGee (what a horrible name) Hydrandea I stuck in the ground (bare sticks at the moment) and the chive and cornflower seeds I sprinkled there.

Happy late Easter. Hope yours was as peaceful, but less messy, than ours.

Good Friday Gardening

All during Merry's week-long illness, I've been stealing outside with Beatrix on my hip. We search the soil for signs of new life.

Of course, there are the spring bulb's blossoms that welcome us on the way out of the door, and I'm not ungrateful for them, but it's the more subtle returning life--the tiny points of perrenials bravely poking their way through dead leaves and thawing soil--it's those that thrill me, that make me pull in my breath and live again myself after the endless winter.


And today, Good Friday, I spotted my first brave pea seedling. I'm always incredibly amazed when my seeds actually sprout and unfurl and become strong. These peas were the result of a community planting--my friend Arne and her little crawling boy, Lucas hoed and turned over the soil, as did Merry's friend Catherine--and then a second wave of pea-planting friends arrived, to plant a second round of vining sugarsnaps. We're no-till folks, but I turned over the soil, cheering the earthworms, and I gave them plenty of compost, as I imagine they want some good, juicy soil (and guru Eliot Coleman says his best peas resulted from an accidental double-dose of manure).

Life--it's stirring everywhere, under our feet, in the air, in the robin that settled down and watched us with his head cocked thoughtfully. Every winter, I forget what Green and Warm is. Or I enter a tunnel of child-sickness and busyness and I forget what To Be at Peace is. But that does not mean it is not there. I am thankful for seasons--waiting for spring through the endless grey of winter teaches me how to wait, and how to be in the silence of frozen earth and darkness. And then comes warmth, and light, and I remember again what they are, and I rejoice.
(Aunt Mary Jane stopped by and watched Martin work, Elspeth forage, and Bea climb walls.)

And finally, for a good Good Friday reflection, check out my dad's poverty blog. He says it well.

POOL GARDEN IN PROGRESS

Take one HORRIBLE above-ground pool, list it on freecycle,

Live with the trashy side-yard for a while (too long),

Add one laundry line and sand toys,
Subtract the fence one day with a hammer & handsaw and attitude while the kids sleep,

Add a baby,

(And sleep yourself,)

Throw in a pinch of landscape fabric (for what WILL BE brick paths) and a few workers,

Locate one wee brawny man who loves to hang out in the local graveyard collecting rocks (none inscribed--he leaves those where they are)

Ensure he is MAD-CRAZY FOR ROCKS, LIFTING ROCKS, ARRANGING ROCKS, BREAKING SUBARU AXLES WITH LOADS OF ROCKS, BUT RATHER CLEVER WITH ROCKS,

Plant a dozen or so fruit trees,


Begin what will be raised beds,

Give Mad-man rockerfella a chance to work. . .

And you get:

A WORK IN PROGRESS: the Petit Pottager, or what will be forever known to us as the Pool Garden. Watch for future developments.

Boogie on down for Lent by Kevin

Our friend Kevin Mathman M. made this missive for us to magnify our magnificent lenten dancing. . .as he saw it. Oh yeah, baby.

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Snow Today, Yes Tomorrow

Yesterday

Today

Yesterday

Today

C'mon, Spring!

ps. check out martin stonewall-cockroft's STELLAR stone wall (in progress) above

Happy Birthday, Bea!

I spent my thirty-second birthday celebrating Beatrix's first birthday. She and I packed up and went outside, where there was a cold wind blowing. And so we attempted to make a dent in our seeds by planting sweet peas and sugarsnap peas.

The kids gave us a birthday parade.

Elpseth gave me a sweet spring birthday bouquet.

Eventually, the cool wind and the excitement of pea planting proved too much for the littlest birthday girl.

And finally it snowed tonight.

On Beatrix's first birthday, she walks, plays in toilets,

watches movies with the big kids,

flirts,

crawls into tiny spaces and stands on alarming surfaces (ie., rocking chairs),

thinks she's big,

and continues to be the most charming, easy-going, delightful baby I have ever encountered.