Right now, I'm having a little celebration in the pre-dawn dark with my coffee and my pj's for a good weekend past, full of small family victories. I'm celebrating sleeping in (like, past 7am!), eggs from our girls (enough for every breakfast plus some to share), beautiful weather, successful thrifting, fruitful house projects, and two whole days in a row without sibling fighting, trouble, or tears!
Oh yes, this was a good weekend. Cheers to a good week, too!
I swear, y'all, Audrey has other shoes, really she does. Several other pairs, in fact... but good luck to anyone trying to get her to wear anything but her pink boots.
I think she's becoming known for them at school. The girl isn't even seven yet and she's got herself a style trademark. Pink boots with leggings. Pink boots with shorts. Pink boots with dresses and skirts. Pink boots all day every day.
As predicted our temps are back up into the late-Summer range, our windows are closed again, and the air conditioners are running... but that didn't stop us from cranking up the oven and doing what we always feel called to do in the fall: make apple pie. Two pies, to be exact.
With the cool air pumping through the house and the smell of apples and cinnamon filling up our space, it helped us to feel like fall was here anyway.
Then it was time to head back outside to do the work we're still doing this fall-
-watering. October is supposed to be our second-wettest month, but we haven't seen a drop of rain yet and all the weather predictions have this pattern holding: hot and dry. It's kinda a bummer. No fall flowers to speak of, no color in the leaves yet (except brown as everything dehydrates), and lots of sweat as we water and water and water on 90-degree early autumn afternoons.
It leaves me feeling so thankful for gardeners doing their autumnal work so their successfully maintained orchards and pumpkin patches can provide us with pumpkins on our doorsteps and apple pies cooling on our counters, even when everything around us is drying up and dying.
It'll break soon enough, I know, but wow does that rainy May we had this year seem like a distant memory... and oh how I wish we could cut and paste some of that weather into our coming weeks!
...windows open, chilly mornings, and lows in the upper 50's!
...a visit with an old friend over a few beers, new books, and weird dream discussion over coffee.
...a few house projects, a hunt for a new coffee maker, and a very early dinner.
...the completion of our new well! All that's left to do now is just back-flush it!
...beautiful light, beautiful weather, and lots of time outside.
This weekend was the perfect fall weekend. Cool evenings and mornings, warm afternoons, long shadows, open windows, slow pace. I'm feeling pretty good about kicking off this week.
Wishing all a great start to this first full October week! Happy Monday!
Oh, my poor dried up picked-over garden space. There has been no human activity within it's fences since the end of July. Lots of chicken activity, though...
We had to come to the realization this summer that we built our garden over a misunderstood property line, and that at some point before the end of the year it must be relocated. Part of letting go of the space- for me- was letting it go to crispy oblivion... and letting the chickens pick it apart.
I've stopped weeding.
I've stopped watering.
I haven't planted anything new since the spring.
Soon I'll have to be out there digging up the surviving perennials and transplanting them somewhere so the fence can be disassembled and the stones and soil moved to a new location. Soon, but not quite yet.
So for the immediate future the remnants of this once special space are up for grabs for the Red Ladies, and I'm sitting at the drawing board, trying to make my brain start from scratch... somewhere else... which is all at once quite overwhelming and a bit exciting. So much work to redo, but so much potential!
My Littles have been... well... busy as bees! When my hives came in the mail, only the bottom deeps were assembled. The four medium supers that'll make up the rest of my hives came assemble-them-yourself style.
They also came with a note- packed inside the box that you couldn't reach unless you'd opened the box- that said 'Once box is opened assemble supers IMMEDIATELY or wood will warp!'
Well OK then. I was about to make dinner, but the note was in italics and there were words in all caps... we'd better not ignore it.
As soon as I opened the box of nails and dug out my hammer I was surrounded by willing helpers, and in no time we had ourselves some mighty fine hives, if I do say so myself.
The only thing left to do now (not including designating and prepping a bee yard) is to paint them, which Audrey absolutely will not let me forget to do. She has already decided that they should have bees painted on them so the bees know that these hives are for them.
This weekend, despite it still feeling like summer's grip is around us, we tackled the chore of cleaning up and airing out the playhouse. It was neglected practically all summer long because air conditioning in a playhouse seems a little over the top to me, so it was just too hot for them to get out there much.
Plus there were tons of brown recluse spiders as big as quarters who had set up residence in the neglected kid piles. It was a chore Mama needed to help with, for sure.
I wish I'd shot a 'before' photo because oh my, you should've seen it. But after three buckets full of play dishes, all with mud and pebbles and dehydrated, rotted plants baked onto them, and one huge and just as dirty load of doll bedding, pillows, towels, and rugs, we got it spic-and-span.
They even got a new 'Welcome' mat, bumped off the front porch of the real house by a spiffy new replacement. Good thing my Littles love hand-me-downs!
It seems all the occupants of this little house needed was for it to get a fresh fall cleaning! Their love for being out there has been rekindled, and they've been out there ever since we placed the fresh clean rugs and such back in their places...
...after all, VIP stands for Very Important Playhouse, right?