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1. Nick hasn't stopped playing and learning and teaching himself on the guitar since I was given one for Christmas.
2. Belly at 19 weeks, that is always smaller in the mornings.
3. It took us a few fruitless nights and eggless mornings but we've found the new hidden nests and are back to having a good dozen on the table.
4. Three layers of cake I made for my Valentine yesterday. We ate about 1/32 of it. Which is fortunate for it will feed us for a dinner with a neighbor tonight, dinner here with friends tomorrow, and a dinner at another neighbors' on Sunday.
5. We've been working on our tracking skills. Thus far we're not very good. But we can tell if its a BIG animal or a small one. Impressive.
6. Pink sky for evening chores.
7 and 8 night-time animals with the flash and faux black & white to ease the harshness of the flash. Must keep the animals looking their finest, especially in print.
1. My jealousy of Nick's guitar skills. It is quite ugly, so I'm rather glad nobody has snapped a photo of me, glowering from the corner of the living room while Nick picks along yet another song he's taught himself. I have made no progress. It has something to do with no practice.
2. Nick spoke to the baby yesterday. Something I haven't yet done. I can no longer seem to bend in half and I feel silly shouting into mid air at the baby. I need a handsfree head-set to talk to the baby. Or better a Whisper-ma-Phone.
3. The mildness of 41ºF this morning. Not to last. But it gives us the day to de-poopify the barn. To bring four months worth of trash --mostly bailing twine-- to the dump (we have to pay for our trash and we bring it 40 minutes away!). If I let myself think about it, it makes me a little wary that I get this excited about a "warm" day all for barn poop/mud cleanup. So, I don't let myself think about it.
4. The warp I have nearly completed and am nearly reading to start weaving upon.
5. The dilemma of a need for another hay pick-up and my growing inability to carry heavy things.
6. Talking to my sister by phone about the beauty of the coming summer.
7. The seed catalogs that lay obvious and untouched on the coffee table.
8. The maple sugaring book I am studying in hopes of tapping my first few trees this year.
9. My wondering how I will navigate being a very pregnant farmer in the height of the summer.
Posted by kate at 11:02 AM