I’m shamelessly stealing the title of a popular show here in the States. I’ve never actually watched a single episode of it, so I am not exactly sure what it is about except that apparently the network can manage to eke an entire season’s worth of shows out of one harrowing 24 hour period.
Life at The Havens is not harrowing. Far from it, although we do manage to have a slight amount of “harrow” upon occasion. For example, the tooth that was bothering Jim turned out to be cracked clear to the root and so it had to be removed. This was done on Monday afternoon, and there was a certain amount of misery that night and the next day, but both of us survived and things are much improved now. Well, except for this dumb cold I seem to have. I think I may have contracted it when I went to Springfield to acquire the fabrics for the quilt I am making for the bed. However, this is far from harrowing; it is merely annoying.
My cold situation provided poor Mallory with a harrowing morning yesterday. I wasn’t really up to snuff, more down to snuffling, and I had an interrupted night of sleep. When the alarm went off at 4:15 a.m. I did not even hear it. Jim got his coffee and lunch together all by his loneliness, and took himself off to work after giving me a kiss goodbye. Two and half hours later, I awoke for the second time, feeling more rested, and arose. As soon as I started to walk down the hall, I could hear Miss Mallory yowling and howling “I’m trapped, I’ve been here for hours with no food, I’m so bored, get me out of here! Mom! Mom?! MOM!!!” Her fascination with the water drops sliding down the wall of the shower after the showeree has vacated the premises led to her inadvertently being locked in the back bathroom.
She was SOOO happy to be released, she ate a couple of bites of food and then spent the next hour cuddling and loving on me. I almost think we might shut her in the bathroom for a few hours more often. But that would be mean.
Anyway, yesterday dawned clear and beautiful. We enjoyed temperatures in the mid 60s (16°C). The early morning sun lit up the Petite Prairie in a most loving way.
Right by the back door I was attracted by a bract of goldenrod seeds catching the dawn’s early light.
The weather was so fine I hung my laundry out to dry in the breezy sunshine. Only two loads today, a light day for once.
Later on in the day, I was enjoying the blooming crocuses in front of the house and noticed that the bees had discovered the sugar water we put out for them. They cleaned up a whole pint of it in one afternoon. Some of them were so full of goodies they couldn’t fly home, but wandered around on the nearby thyme plants, almost as if they were drunk.
Inside the house, in between folding the four loads of laundry I had washed and dried the day before, I completed cutting the strips for the quilt. Next I will be sewing the strips together into the tubes from which I will cut the bargello strips.
I’m really happy with my color run. I had the best time acquiring my fabric even if I did get exposed to a cold betwixtwhiles. I was quite encouraged by the variety of people I saw buying fabric while I was out shopping. There were very old ladies, young mothers, matrons, college students, little children helping select fabric for their own clothing in addition to several men who were there too, and not just accompanying their wives, but actually selecting fabric for their own projects. From this I conclude that the art of sewing has not died, but is alive and well and thriving.
But I digress from my 24 hour report. Out in the vegetable garden, which is sadly neglected, I am sorry to report, I have volunteers. These are seedlings of a red Japanese mustard that sprouted where the seeds dropped from a plant I was removing from the garden after it had bolted.
Close up they make a wilderness of reds and greens.
Out in front of the house the afternoon sun enticed an early daffodil into opening.
The snowdrops by the back fence joined in.
During the night a front swept through. The wind howled all night, and the temperature dropped thirty degrees to just above freezing. I’m not quite up for a walk out in the cold wind just yet. Maybe later on in the day when the front has finished stamping through and there isn’t a cutting wind. But for now, I am tending the fire.
Mallory was So Bored I decided to give her some catnip to liven things up a bit.
Ruby wasn’t really sure about all that. After all, a catnipped cat might decide that she needed to wrestle with that big head.
Anyway, she feels we should be going for a walk no matter what the weather is.
Hope you have enjoyed the short venture into 24 hours in the exciting life at The Havens. I need to feed the fire again.