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
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51 responses to “The Day would not Fit.”
I think you should definitely go off into town more often, but you will need a good list of excuses… Something for us to work on. Enjoy your son’s visit, sounds like it will be wonderful!
Oh, the lovely chaos of summer visitors! Sounds like you have good help. Teach that boy to milk, you need him! Super comes from “superfluous” as in, once you put on the queen excluder, any honey above it is superfluous, or more than what they need to survive the winter, and we can have it!!
The happiness in your words has the power to cross oceans and time… 🙂
Super comes from Latin, on top of (or above) because you put them on top of each other! But Maggie has it right as well!
Wow, those were good boys. Can we please have a photo of the new haircut? I missed the post this morning because my good friend Maria phoned just as I was about to leave. But I promise to post your bumbag this afternoon.
Aaah, how wonderful for you to have your son home. Enjoy, and happy morning to you all. xx
How truly marvelous, to have a good working team like that! Any chance of keeping Sid after school starts?
Enjoy your company, and your lovely weather…I hope the visit’s not too hard on Big Dog.
Well come on – where’s the picture of your new hair?
Yes, I too kept expecting to see the picture…..
I see the marmite supplies are looking good. And I’m trying to imagine a European airline letting a dog sleep at someones feet, regardless of their day job!
I feel your joy. Profoundly. A sleeping child under your roof! Much Love to you all.
That’s exactly how I feel about my hair C, it’s like clockwork, every four years or so; I just get sick of it and chop it off. But then shorter hair is more trouble because I need to go every four weeks to get it trimmed (what is it with hair growing so fast in the summer) but I drag it out for six weeks because I grit my teeth to pay $65 for a cut (and that’s not bad in Toronto).
I hope you have a lovely time with your friends from Canada, did they bring you maple syrup?
It’s rainy here today too, sad for us but the gardens need it. Have a lovely day.
Breathless and excellent post. I now am clear on what a super is. Funnily enough I did some pictures for a neighbouring beekeeper as he was checking his “supers” ( technical now!). I was wearing a full bee keepers suit and when I left to get in the car to go home the bees swarmed all over me. I stood by the roadside covered in bees until the last little one set off back home. Unfortunately I don’t have a picture as the bee keeper was busy busy keeping.
Enjoy having your son there. I know that makes you feel wonderful. t
Ohh – Celia – I’m so glad we’ve met. We have so much in common. I grew up with my parents on a hobby farm growing raspberries and making maple syrup. My Dad grew so much of his / our own food with the idea that home-grown is always so much healthier. Love it!
What a day. Great you had a team effort. I enjoy reading your posts.
Thank you, thank you! Had a bonkers day yesterday and managed one today too [it’s just past 10 pm and I am wondering why I’m still staring at the computer screen . . .!] and I was far too stupid to realize a haircut would fix at least some of my problems!! Way past the shoulders – now where are those scissors for tomorrow morning? 😀 !