A pair of mallards have decided to take up residence on our front lawn this week. I have been feeding them frozen organic corn (it has been so hot recently). I put out the last of my supply on the sidewalk this morning, and they ate their fill. An opportunistic crow has been sneaking off with bits of the leftover stash.
Today is a noisy Thursday. The sounds of leaf blowers, lawn mowers, and construction vehicles drown out the usual sound of bird song. I would say that I am looking forward to the weekend, but I’m not sure it will be all that quiet then, either. This weekend is the city’s Mayfaire by the Lake art festival. Despite the prospect of a noisy and busy weekend, it is exciting to see all the tents go up the night before. It is very like the circus has come to town.
This week has been somewhat difficult because the days have been so long. The children are eager for summer and have been pushing the limits of their bedtime routines. Last night, both of them woke up in the early hours of the morning and came into bed with us to snuggle. I had Piper in one arm, and Rowan in the other. Will was curled up at the end of his side of the bed. I let them stay with us until I began to lose the feeling in my left arm, after which they were both sent back to their own beds. It is difficult to wake up tired, and know that what energy you have must last you until well after sunset. I know that we will be able to sleep in once the weekend arrives, and for that I am grateful.
Nature has been a gift. I have started filling the porch and house with low maintenance plants. I enjoy the process of potting them up and finding just the right spot for them. Our kitchen is now home to a pothos and snake plant. There is also a snake plant in our living room, as well as a peace lily brightening up an otherwise dreary corner of the same room. I keep succulents on the porch. I have been tending to a Thanksgiving cactus that was given to me the last (and only) time I hosted book club, as well as a mysterious succulent that Piper gave me for Mother’s Day a couple of years ago. On the table in which I am sitting there is a very healthy looking succulent that Rowan picked out when I took him to the garden center last week. I don’t think it is a jade plant (we have one of those in the back yard), but looks as though it is in a similar family.
I am trying desperately to stay on top of my homemaking, but as with everything else in life there has to be a balance in order to be sustainable. I am always amazed at the entropic nature of household chores. If I get even a little behind, the chore becomes that much harder to tackle. Thankfully, I finally mopped the kitchen and hallway floors last night. They truly needed it. I have a bit more laundry to wash and fold, but I haven’t given up on it completely. It’s the bathroom that frightens me! I think I will work on it today.
The neighborhood is suddenly quiet. While I have been writing, all the trucks have driven away. Everyone must be through with their yardwork. I can hear the birds chirping and warbling in the nearby trees. The sky looks as though it can’t decide whether or not it wants to rain. Inside, I have noodles cooking on the stove. They are just about ready, which means it is time for me to finish here and have a little lunch with Rowan.
Hope you are enjoying your last few days of the week,