Today was wonderfully productive. Bo and I spent a good portion of our day cleaning the cabin, wiping down the walls with Liquid Gold (love that stuff!) and painting window frames and sills. Mostly, we did a lot of dreaming, planning, brainstorming.
The funny thing about the cabin is how it draws everyone in. The dogs, the cats, the kids, and even my dad, who lives with us, found their way from the house on the hill to the cabin in the woods. The children climbed trees, an activity they'd avoided in order to respect the privacy of the people who were living in the cabin at the time, and they constructed amazing little fairy houses in the woods, complete with bridges and elaborate fences. The dogs laid on the porch, as if they'd always been there, and the cats gathered around, finding any available surface on which they could loaf.
This weekend, we have a house concert planned (wanna come?), so there's a lot of work to be done. Windows in the house have to be cleaned. I was gifted several flats of lavender which I plan to plant in a hedgerow in my front yard and around Bard's garden; Houdin already did the digging. Now we have to add the organic materials and plant the lavender. I read that they like to have the sun reflect up on them, so I'm planning to mulch with oyster shells. I'm not sure I'll like the look, because I generally prefer fine black mulch, but I also prefer live lavender to dead.
I'm fighting for my tomatoes! The chickens have decided that they'd be a tasty daily diet, so I'm quite conflicted. I can save the tomatoes if I pick them before they're ripe and ripen them on a windowsill. After all, the chickens--my first batch of hen-raised chicks--are keeping the grub and caterpillar population down. So do I coop 'em up until the tomatoes are all done, or do I pre-pick and sill-ripen? Sigh. These are the conflicts that plague us rural folk. I guess the canteloupe made up for it. I've harvested three already and, WOW, are they sweet! Yum!
Now it's time to read to the kids, take a bath, and settle in for the night. Tomorrow starts a new day of projects.
Sleep well, my lovelies.
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