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 hope you’ll post some pictures and info on your sons search and rescue dog. Has it been 21days for Daisy ?? Time for her crankiness?
I have definitely missed your blog and your beautiful farm :). Enjoy your son and don’t worry about us :).
I love your blog. One of the few I open immediately when it’s delivered to my email in-box and read it every day. Since I don’t comment often, thought you should know. I am with my family on vacation, told my mother about your blog and you, she said “oh that sounds just like a New Zealander” several times, not sure what that means or if she’s even right, but thank you for sharing your life and your farm…I am with all 3 of my children now too (19, 16 and 12) plus cousins (10,8 and 5) and it is indeed a joy to be under the same roof…-Chris
Even in our own small garden I sometimes celebrate a little rain and the chance to lessen the grip on the hand watering! I can only imagine! And I have a knowing smile at the thought of you having a son under your own roof! So glad for you! Debra
pic of your hair? spat the dummy? great, great post; you are such a lovely writer!
Enjoy your family time! 🙂
I think it’s telling that even amid the chaos, you managed to have a productive and pleasant (if slightly exhausting) day. Enjoy your visitors!
I know those days, Celi. And so often they come when we are having people to stay.
Waking up to the smell of fresh bread is my favourite thing.
It’s fantastic your son is home my friend and your daughter is just like me and my mum 😀
Need to have hair growing longer always 😉
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
You have Sanitarium Marmite!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not on the shelves here in NZ due to factory damage in the ChCh earthquakes. There has been much gnashing of teeth over the missing delicacy and of course Marmite lovers will not swap to Vegemite and vice versa.
I felt your contented, deep heart sigh over having your son asleep under your roof. Treasure that:-)
Indeed – to have family home is truly a Mom’s pleasure! Have a lovely visit!
That was a pleasant surprise, returning home to see that everyone pitched in to help you. It’s probably a good thing that we cannot talk to the animals or you would have gotten an earful from Daisy, no doubt. Enjoy your son’s visit, Celi, and this cool weather.
Joy. ❤
How wonderful to have family with you! And are those pots of marmite that I see on the shelf? Pure gold. Watch out for raids by marmite commandos from NZ, now that they know you’ve got it! Wonderful to hear of your helpers preparing Daisy, and maybe another milker coming to the aid of the party. At last you had a good hair day!
Oh, I meant to say at LEAST you had a good hair day. What I wrote sounds rather rude.
‘The day would not fit’ – what a useful phrase. I’ve heard about the Marmite shortage – lucky you have a few pots left!