A week of vacation has come and gone and what do I have to show for it? I don't remember. I did get a lot done, although not enough. But I have come to the conclusion that I will never, ever get as much done as I want to, so what the heck.
I dug up my Yukon Golds and have two plantings of fingerlings to go. My onions remain disappointing. My beans are in utter chaos. My battle against Japanese beetles continues to wage every day. My battle against technology seems to be waged every other day. I got my back deck cleaned off and did some sizable weeding, although that is a battle I will not win this year. I got more hay in the barn, got to spend a lovely afternoon listening to Haydn and Mahler on the lawn at Tanglewood. Made Chicken Ballotine which would have been amazing, had I focused enough to see that I chose one of my age-unknown freezer chickens instead of a nice, tender Red. I now have experienced real rubber chicken!
I made some headway on my farm plan, did some major reorganizing, and picked blueberries. I spent time with girlfriends and watched episodes of The Closer in the middle of the afternoon. I canned. I baked. I made cheese, yogurt and butter. I relaxed.
Now I am back hard at it. But feeling better able to rassle with whatever comes my way. Hallelujah!