After a week of dancing with the IRS, Sunday mornings are for the homestead. There is much to do, and a span of hours to get it all done.
During the week, my husband cares for the kids, animals, and house, so indoors, it is only the once weekly necessities that draw us in. Bathrooms, ironing, vaccuuming - all tackled before 7 am.
Glad to have that behide me.
Once the kids, and the sun, was up, it was onwards and outdoors. Cleaning chicken coops, hauling wagons full of composted hay to the garden, continuing the annual spring extravanga of raking gravel off of the front yard. Oh, yeah. That's the fun stuff.
And lets not forget about those guinea pigs - who need their giant condo of an adobe cleaned out every Sunday... Not the fun stuff. But, they are soft, and randomly cute as they beg for carrots everything single time I walk by them on the way to the fridge....
Wonder if that means I am walking by the fridge too often....
Today was also the day to rack the 4 half gallon containers of soon-to-be hard cider.
Or, at least, I hope they will be hard cider....
Really hope.
The seedlings started last weekend are popping up - broccoli, kale, onions. Tomatoes, however...well, I don't know. Hidden, they are. But hidden, I hope they do not stay. This is the first summer that our garden's bounty will be feeding more than our own family.
Those tomatoes have a job to do.
And now it is 8am. And I will probably continue the morning by begging my kids to get dressed, and heading back outside again. High temps are in our future, and I was to get my share before it is back to the office this afternoon.
'Cause, that's just how we roll ;)
