Friday, April 22, 2011

Sway

Well then, in the regaining balance department:


Yes, I always garden in those shoes...

On Wednesday a friend (Hi Sloan!) hooked us up with the perfect place to buy garden starts. I'll admit that this was part of my gardening funk. I hate buying starts. Planting seeds is not only my favorite thing to do, but we went from growing mealy tomatoes and puny peppers to bounty in both departments just by starting our own and treating them right in their infancy. You just don't know whether that gorgeous pepper plant in the store has been tortured by chilly temperatures at night for weeks! But you'll know in three months when your peppers suck. ANYWAY. When I called this place and the guy talked to me for 15 minutes about a particular kind of Italian Chard he grows, I knew we had a winner. So starts were bought, starts were planted.


I love that you can see B in the background of this one.

This chunk of garden is new and very near our house. We put a bug in the ear of one of our neighbors, and since she's the landscape gal she basically just sent a student over with a tractor and a tiller thingamummy and wham - garden. I was honestly a little speechless when I saw it. Like, oh, this must be how farmers get shit done. Well some farmers anyway. Fine by me, as neither of us had any intention of cutting in a new garden anytime soon. Soil is a little sandy but I was worried that it was going to be red clay so I'm relieved.


Check out that awesome dirt goatee.

The kid was in heaven. He ate dirt and tried to chase a cat and roughed up a few lettuce plants. Good times.


Hope the weekends are swell out there. We're in for more summer masquerading as spring, which is to say some hot. Yo spring! Don't rush it ok?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Tilt

Midweek. Take a breath.

Some silence on this line as spring unfolds here. Oscar is almost 10 months old and I have finally been struggling with how to find time for myself again. Every day will fill itself up to the brim if I let it, with what I cannot even always say. Last night B went to yoga, the baby went to sleep, and I read uninterrupted for almost two hours. There was a nagging voice in my head that pestered me to work on my quilt or play the fiddle or do the dishes and finally I shut her up and came to terms with the fact that right now lying in a quiet house reading is actually getting something done.


The photo above is from this time last year - Busy was all tucked in there and we were planting the beginning of our summer garden. I think we will pull off some sort of garden for this summer, but I have to say that I feel the least myself when it comes to this. I'm just tired, darn it. When I was pregnant and hungry at weird times I used to say that Busy was eating all of my groceries. Sometimes this still feels like the case, 'cause this kid has one durn big battery. Good thing all my groceries are going to such a cute little monkey. I guess the skin I'm in just feels a little strange these days; I am used to mentally cleaning house by tearing into a chicken coop that needs to be cleaned or digging two foot holes for tomatoes or planting a huge bed of strawberry plants in a morning and, well, right now I think I might just need to lie in the grass or on the couch or in the hammock and do just about nothing at all. Note the horizontality of all these suggestions...

May you all lounge on the couch with great gusto soon.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Whirl


Hooooooooooooly shit, it's been busy around here. Work, bake, babs, hike, see friends, play music, sleeeeeep. Yes, sleep. If memory serves, and yes it does, I have said this once already but: Osh is sleeping through the night. Like goodnight at 7:30, see you at 6:30. We were almost there but then the gymnastics hit - scooting, crawling, standing. And good grief did our Montessori-no-crib-mattress-on-the-floor setup suddenly not work and before I knew it was back in Osh's room three or four times a night. For eight months it completely rocked our socks to not use a crib - being able to nurse Oscar without the whole pickup/putdown fancy dance was awesome. But yeah, our squish is strong and determined and completely unafraid of scaling and sliding down four feet of pillows. So. Really awesome neighbors loaned us an extremely handsome crib, we threw him in there and prepared for a rough transition found ourselves pleasantly surprised with multiple! full! nights! of! sleep! Well, actually, the boys got that. Me, what with the end of Oscar's pregnancy and the last nine months, I am fully trained to lurk the halls of our home whether there is an awake baby or not. So we're all doing some sleep training around here.



Beyond that we are just letting spring rock our socks. We live in the mountains, yes indeedy, and this move has plonked us right in the middle of one beautiful valley. We are keeping up with the season's changes on a bigger scale as we hike along our river and creeks and ridge lines. Japanese maples, dogwoods, cherry trees, redbuds, magnolias - from stark winter contrasts we've slowly eased into new greens and the family of pink. Good stuff. I'm pleased to say that the last time we visited our garden plot I was much nicer to it. Our onions are growing away, soon to be joined by more demonstrative vegetables.


Today the babs finally pulled a large piece of furniture down upon himself. He made a face sort of like the one above, but much, much louder. He was extremely brave while B and I nearly hugged him to death and felt badly about not removing the offending item sooner. Earlier in the day he slithered into the bathtub, fortunately with a remarkable grace. So far we've done a pretty good job of making the whole house available to him - all lower levels have rotating toys and books and there's no room off limits. We've just been a little taken off guard by how quickly he's gotten the standing and sidling and reaching thing going. Where on earth will the houseplants go????