The Day would not Fit.

Too much to do and not enough hours to get it all done, so I threw my arms in the air and drove into town and begged the hairdresser to cut my hair off.

That feels better. My hair is the fast growing variety so John is not too upset.  I was competing with my daughter to see who could get the longest hair but I caved first. Can you hear her squeals of delight. She wins again!! Lovely daughter!

Apparently if you want a day of light showers  leave a supers worth of frames out for the bees to clean up. Roger, do you see the boxes?  Those are supers.  There are three different sizes.

Why they have to call them supers I do not know, maybe because when they are full of frames of honey they are super heavy!

So I cooked and cleaned with the help of Sid the Tall Teenager.

And the skies took pity on our lack of time and watered the gardens  and filled the water troughs for us.

The prairie reminds me of the desert when it rains in the summer. Within hours the grass will send up green shoots and dried up tired plants will suddenly lift their heads and flower.

Because I had added a hair cut to my already bonkers day and even though I shopped at top speed, hurling my trolley up the aisles, scattering old ladies and small children into  my wake, calling out sorry, excuse me, sorry, do you know where the sunflower seeds are.  (But my hair looked good!!)  I was twenty minutes late getting home to milk Daisy.  Twenty bloody minutes. By then she had made such a noise, mooing, shouting and banging at her gate, that the boys had brought her up to the barn, filled the buckets with water, gathered treats from the garden, loaded the hay manger, wet the wash cloth,  and primed the pump. I came home to Sid and John and four cats feeding Daisy tomatoes and peering hopefully down the drive. The Duke of Kupa literally standing at the door, presumably giving advice.  John was relieved but I think Sid wanted to milk her so I shall teach him today.

But it was lovely. All I had to do was milk then lead Daisy back to the pasture. The boys did everything else. Maybe I should go to town more often!

Good morning. My visitors arrived from Canada in the middle of the night. They drove down from the airport in Chicago. My son’s dog is a search and rescue dog on the ski fields so he has come too.  He slept at Eldest son’s feet on the plane!  Can you imagine our filthy TonTon doing that.  So we will see how that works out today. Big Dog will not be impressed.  And I have invested in some Skunk Off just in case. A skunked dog on a plane would not be as amusing. And they are still around. Lurking. Lurking like a skunk.

Now I need to start the bread rising before I go out to work. I want the scent of cooking bread to wake everyone up.

Have a lovely day. We will. We have to drive out to pick up the meat today as I simply could not fit that job  into yesterday’s day. And that means I have to clean up the basement as that is where the freezer is and I am sure they will want to help carry the meat down there and it is Such a MESS after the washing machine spat the dummy!  I would be so embarrassed.  The dummy is still spat by the way.   I am driving baskets of washing into town where The Matriarch is tossing it into her washer. (sigh)

But that is OK. I have one of my own sons sleeping under my own roof. That is such a joy.

celi

What was happening on the farmy a year ago .  A list of Johns favourite tomatoes last year.