April 26, 2013

Oh Happy Day

1. Lindsey is home.

2. Playing ticket to ride last night with Livie, Tori, Lindsey, and Ashley. And laughing like you only laugh with sisters, cousins, and really old friends.

3. I emptied my mending basket today. I seriously mended the stuff too. Awhile ago, there was a comic-- "Mending basket? Isn't that where things go until they are too little to wear?" And generally, that is the case. But this time, I mended. High five, me!

4. I sorted through Mom and Dad's legos. I don't think I have played with legos in... oh about 20 years. But Gilbert wanted to play this morning, so I started looking for the makings of a truck. Which led to sorting through legos. Which led to a disturbing number of dismembered lego figures. Which led to obsessive me having to find all the pieces of their little selves. We are still missing several body parts, but oh! the sense of accomplishment when I completely suited up one of the lego Islanders from topknot with steer horns to shield (which I thought were Zulu warriors) and  figured out the palm tree.

5. Last night, the kids wanted to help Owen and the girls feed some of the last hay bales of the season. So I tagged along, worrisome mother that I am, to make sure that the kids did not fall of the 4 bale high stack on the top of the wagon that Owen assured me was perfectly stable. It was all so beautiful in all the evening light, I was wishing I had brought my camera. And I was still lamenting not having had my camera when I was inside watching the cows feed. And then the calves started running. In that senseless, glad-to-be-alive way that calves do. And I decided I had to go out and take pictures. Just as I was starting out, I realized the calves were out on the road. Running down the road away from us. And then everyone was out. And Owen hollered from the tractor to let them be--"They'll come back to their mothers!" And they did.

Aunts and kids


Exuberance in calf form


Coming home

Rounding up the stragglers

Blurry Aunts and kids

April 24, 2013


Last week, while bombs were going off at the Boston Marathon, Livie, Tori, and I were taking the kids on a walk to see the cows.

It is always little disorientating to think about the things that are happening at any given moment while you are living life. The other worlds that are simultaneously existing on this earth, juxtaposed to our  own little world. 

 It was a gorgeous day where we were.

Gilbert wanted to put his hat on Elsie

The girls, holding out a handfull of grass, trying to tempt the cows near them. The cows steered clear.

In the roots of the elm tree

Tori trying to get the kids to stand in a line. They didn't.

Gilbert doesn't stay still for very long

Sweet monkey girls


Elsie and a muddy, Gilbert boot

Baby feet and hippie pants


Running to the pond, down the cowpath


Funny walk

Livie, the photog

Sanita wool clogs were not the best choice for footwear

Washing off my clogs. Surprisingly, they washed off very easily and look fine.

One sunday in spring

Somehow, this didn't publish yesterday like it was supposed to.

Sunday was a beautiful spring day. A day for leek picking and chasing cows.

Justin carried Elsie in the baby carrier and then wrapped a vest around both of them.

We cheat. We occasionally use 4-wheelers on our walks.

Grandpa and Gilbert

Owen checking his clover crop. It is sprouting.

Leek basket

Gilbert wearing Owen's sweater. Ashley told him if he wore this sweater he would be a farmer, so he finally agreed to wear it.

The father


Lily and Gilbert stepping on a witch's purse. One of those poofballs that have brown smoke when  you step on it.

Finding a patch of leeks in the woods

Gilbert and sticks


Owen and Ashley

Gilbert and Grandma and Grandpa

Orianna being a little hobo

Lily being as tall as Owen

Lily and Grandpa

Grandpa and the kids

The two buses

Springtime farm

Gilbert wanted to dig the dirt, not the leeks

Violet leaves

Evening cows

Girls along the creek

Some cows got out and Owen decided that we should put them all together. So we spent an evening watching cows come and go. I was in unimportant places--don't let the cows run back up the lane--so I stood around and took pictures. Beautiful evening.

Trying to lure them with hay. This worked only marginally.


Things are green!

Owen getting the last few. He holds one of their calves and then the mother follows, which makes the other cows follow. Or should.

The rebel calves. These calves ran all over the place, bellering for their mothers and kicking up their heels.

And then finally, the cows all got together. Under the elm tree. In the evening sunshine.