They say spring is coming.
Springtime in western New York?
And that means I need a place to put my seedlings. So I had to move a piece of furniture. Which necessitated the moving of another piece of furniture. And that meant I HAD to stain it BLUE.
And now I must paint the kitchen.
Oh the creativity! Oh the mess! And while I’m funkifying the kitchen the kids are having their own parties.
And soon there will be green growing things to play with.
I’m not an especially consistent housekeeper. But I am a recovering control freak. I really like things to be done my way. You don’t have to do things my way, but I’d rather not be in the room to see you not doing things my way.
I have a system. It does NOT look this way when the boys cook.
Sometimes I let the kids make breakfast. I can’t be in there when it happens. My oldest reads a recipe just fine, his daddy is a laid back supervisor, so they don’t need me hovering. It’s fine; I should let them do it more often.
One of my boys – the one who can read – asked to make cupcakes by himself and then got pretty upset with me when I mise en place(d) nearly all the ingredients and had an adult make the frosting. And he was right. He could have done it with me sitting in the other room, nearby for consultation.
I realize that, being well past the age of thirty, it isn’t fair to blame my parents but I am this way because my mother taught me to clean the bathroom. She has a system. It begins with a mostly dry rag (because the bathroom is already damp) to wipe along the edges of the room to get up all the hairs that accumulate there, folding the rag as you go to keep the dirt inside and a perpetually clean side wiping the floor. Other steps follow in precise order. It’s a good system. The bathroom gets clean. But other methods work as well. And rebel that I am, sometimes I sweep instead of wiping.
So how does one teach excellence, a job well-done, without getting stressed? Without being a nag?
When the sun comes through this window, the beveled glass becomes a prism and sparkles the dining room/school room with broken light.
milk moustache and a rainbow
We chase the colors around the room and stand in their way and try to get them to land on us.
Go south, young man.
Today it looked like the finger of God pointing to North Carolina. The lights swept across the state from west to east before it disappeared.
I’m not really a winter curmudgeon.
Middle Falls, Letchworth State Park
I wish I had a great camera with the right lens and the skill to use them. Just trust me – the ice is blue-ish and the fall is much wider and deeper than is shown here. The strangers are in the picture for a spot of color – plus they were too far away for me to warn them that they were going on my blog. In the summer, this fall thunders over and makes the most beautiful rainbows.
Frozen fountain outside Glen Iris Inn in Letchworth State Park
This is a fountain from a gravity fed water source. I don’t know if they have no way of shutting it off, or choose not to, but it creates a crystal volcano, with mist still shooting out of the top. Notice how small the people are in comparison.
John & Jack
looking straight up
a little grotto in the ice mountain – I can picture a statue of a saint set up in here.
This morning I found out that our homeschool co-op ski trip is cancelled, probably due to the extreme cold forecast for today. And then I did a happy dance – in my head because physically I’m still working up the energy to put on socks – because I really did not want to be out in the extreme cold. Plus ski boots hurt my feet. Plus I may have gained weight this year and my snow pants may be slightly tight and uncomfortable. So YAY for indoor activities!
For your viewing amusement.
Barn cats in the chicken yard tolerating the snow and cold long enough to come out and say hello and to see what goodies the chickens are getting.
BTW, the white house in the background is an old abandoned one on my property. Someday it would be nice to have the means to restore it but for now it is boarded up. The thing in the right of the photo is an old silo. Like many I see around here, it is missing a roof.
It still feels like a luxury to snug into a cozy chair, in a warm room, by the glow of a dim light while the rest of the house is silent. Even better if the dog has been warming up the chair all night.
I asked my sister for ideas for a little knitting project to do while I wait to get the yarn for the fisherman sweater I want to make. She suggested that I could make her a pair of leg warmers. In dayglo yarn. I’m almost done with the first one. It is UGLY. But she likes it. I’ve taken to calling her Rainbow Brite.