The weather has turned and we have planted our new little vegetable garden. It is very, very small this year. Three petite raised beds - eight tomatoes, two peppers, two cabbage, and two squash... for now, though I'm still trying to sneak in more and we still do have well established fruits. It's the smallest garden I've planted in years but it is the right size for now. I consistently overestimate the time and energy I have available to work on tasks unrelated to parenting. My list includes deep cleaning and knitting and sewing and shopping and baking and reading and even blogging - all the stuff I used to do and I still do but far more slowly. My daughter remarked the other day that I was knitting a lot of white cardigans for the baby lately. No, hon, that's the same cardigan I've been knitting for months. Just one.
That's all as it should be for right now. The time is better spent watching my children grow. I have to work to keep up with my 7th grader now (oh factoring, my old nemesis). My son and I spend the afternoons watching and discussing the birds in the garden as we always have, but now as a formal part of his education. And the baby is a toddler. I really do love toddlers. She walks around the yard, a bright green watering can swinging under her arm and a pot in her chubby little hand. She says, "belia." for lobelia, her very first favorite flower.