Sunday, December 8, 2013
On Friday morning we sat in the front windows of the living room watching for a moving truck. For the first time in years it wasn't coming to take us away; instead it was rooting us deep. One hundred years old and at least two to three times that in weight, our new old upright with the broken ivories has brought us home in such an appreciated and joyful way. Gus's first lesson went off without a hitch and he is an official pro at locating middle C, along with playing the first two notes of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (also middle C).
A few weeks ago we turned the couch around in the living room and moved the old coffee table out. I gathered plants that had been scattered far and wide through the house and clustered them all in the front windows. I never nested when I was pregnant with Gus, perhaps a symptom of being such a wanderer at the time. Now though, I think I'm finally building our nest. Slowly rubbing away the signs that this place hasn't always been ours and living fully from wall to wall, ceiling to floor.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Hello and good tidings. Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
I am well but decidedly chillier and snowier than the above picture would have you believe. Winter done struck. Last week we welcomed our first snow and justifiably alarmed the entire lot of spring-born animals we keep on this hill. This morning, a drive inland to see a woman about a Christmas puppy left Craig and I white knuckled and over an hour late picking up Gus from school. Needless to say, we're all happy to be back on the coast where life remains a little wetter in these last few weeks before mother nature lays her white blanket down for good.
In the month since my last correspondence we had our first birth (4 silver fox bunnies) and our first non-culling, non-predator death (4 silver fox bunnies). Baby Lu is off her bottle and ornery as ever. We butchered our turkeys in our front yard, nearly losing Craig's thumb in the process, and learned to stand by the first cut. Know better, do better, became our motto moving forward. Our first homegrown turkey came in at a whopping 25 pounds and is threatening to feed us clear on through the new year. Turkey sandwich, turkey soup, turkey chili, turkey pot pie.. And while I may have dramatically asserted that I would never raise a turkey again while carrying a dinosaur of a bird to its death, I'm already toying with the idea of providing some heritage birds for the next market season. How easily we forget. In downright blustery news, our chicken trailer sits sadly on its side after being unceremoniously blown ass over teakettle. Our daily egg intake has dropped to zero, although I suppose the girls could still be laying. But how could I tell?
It's funny, this supposed slow season we're in. After months of pushing knitting and reading and educating and winter readying projects off, I find myself moving at a breakneck speed, all too similar to summer's frantic pace. It's different, it's the same. Lately I've been wondering how to be the person I want to be with, give or take, 15 hours in a day. An earlier rise? A faster pace? Temper my interest in all the things? Sometimes I look around me and see a crumbling castle. Piles of laundry, buckets strewn about, bedraggled garden beds, and a barn to rival many a great hoarder house.. I wonder how all you good people do it- you knit the things, squeeze the yoga in, know a great deal about animal husbandry, and summon some damn fine fruit from the earth. I wonder- am I lazy? Distracted? Inefficient? Ill-equipped and -suited? I know. No one does it all. And I know what you're going to say- I'm doing just fine. (Because, really, I am.) What it comes down to is this: I'm just trying to find a way to do most or even some of it all and hold these moving parts together with grace instead of clumsily smashing the thing to bits. Wish me luck. x
A little housekeeping- I finally switched my instagram handle over to homesweethomestead. You can follow along for more frequent and less wordy updates, if that's your thing.