Springtime

The irratic blog posting around here is indicative that things have taken a turn for the busy. It’s one of the blogging life’s ironies that in winter, when there’s more time for posting, there isn’t so much going on. Now, with all kinds of things to blog about, there’s no time to post. Let’s call it “Miller’s Paradox”. I’ve always wanted a paradox named after me.

For now I’ll throw up a little pictorial of the springtime activities around here:

The garden has been started – mesclun, spinach, radishes, peas, potatoes and onions.

Soccer. What a difference 6 months makes. Last fall Rafe refused to play. If he didn’t make the goal, he stomped off the field and sat on the bench to pout. Just a tad competitive. Now he’s out there kicking at the ball and having fun. “I’m going to be a big sport, Mom.” Right, except you mean good sport.

Softball pitching practice for Madeline, and one more volleyball tournament to play next Saturday. And one more band concert, one more vocal concert, and two more dance recitals before school’s out for the summer.

Beekeeping! We now have a hive on the farm. Matt’s learning, and he keeps trying to teach me things. I keep telling him I don’t want to know because if I don’t know it, I won’t have to do it. I don’t need a new skill right now.

Time to get the motorcycle out of storage.

Matt’s been dredging up those carpentry skills his foster dad taught him. More on this project after the coming weekend.

Olivia took on the dreaded “pick up sticks” chore last weekend. But only after negotiating a wage for doing so. There are a few chores around here that I’ll pay for. This is one of them. (Hand picking potato beetles is another.)