Now that summer has arrived, dragging with her all her luggage - heat, humidity, Japanese beetles...I find that my pace has slowed. Working into a summer routine means taking my ever-present list and cutting it up into bite-sized pieces.
I get into a nice rhythm - go outside and weed my way to project number one. Complete project and weed my way back into the house. Do inside project. Repeat process. I used to curse the heat and humidity for showing me down. Now I am trying to be open to the moment. Not an easy task for someone who measures a day's worth in how many items get checked off her list! There are definitely upsides to this heat. The sheep and lambs are flopped out under the trees with half-closed eyes, chewing their cud. Other than a cursory bleat here and there, I am not assailed every time I appear within view. Peace!
Progress made this weekend: Sage is coming around and I was able to scratch her ears yesterday! Chickie (aka Butterball) is very affectionate, but I'm going to have to work out a different feeding system. The two surprise chicks who where rapidly outgrowing their brooder have been moved out of my laundry room and into the nursery coop! This has meant the shifting of the teenagers into the big-girl coop. I was surprised at how smoothly that went (oops - jinxed myself!) I got the laundry room cleaned up and washed my bigger rugs. It's so hot out that it's perfect for drying them out on the deck. I put up the electronet so the sheep get a bigger grazing area, although they're limited to grazing in the late afternoon/early evening. Flora gets so easily overheated, I limit their exposure. Even though there is shade available, she will just stand out and eat and not take advantage of it.
My parents were with me this weekend, having come down for a friend's annual birthday bash. Her mother comes up from the city and they are all around the same age and get along famously. It was a lot of fun for all of us. They stay overnight and it's a nice visit, even with the unexpected cat visits during the night. My mom is not a cat person and my cats, being the perverse things that they are, lurk outside the guest room door, waiting for an opportunity to dart inside. Things can get pretty lively in the middle of the night.
All in all, a very satisfactory weekend.