Homestead Happiness

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The other day, I planted potatoes and garlic. The kids were not happy, complained about everything, did not want to help, and ended up going in the house to leave me alone with my spade and seed potatoes.

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Today, they came out saying, “We are in the garden with mommy!”  and “This dirt is so cool!”  I believe the difference in attitude had a lot to do with the weather.  When I was planting potatoes, it was just hot.  Today, it was kind of hot, but every time it started to get uncomfortable, clouds would pass and the breeze would kick up and it would be just enough to say, “Ahhhhh!  What a wonderful day.”  I missed this kind of summer weather when we lived in California.  Summer without rain or clouds is just punishing, isn’t it?

So there I was in the garden, planting peas with the help of my Lion Cub and Blue Dragon, and they said, “Look!  There’s Daddy!”  And there was my husband coming out of the house, wearing Little Fox on his back in my Boba Baby Carrier, holding Kangaroo’s hand, and setting down our long long driveway to check the mail.  I could have cried with happiness right there, and not just for all the usual reasons a  babywearing mom might have for tearing up at the sight of her husband wearing the baby.  I haven’t talked about his accident on my blog yet, but I’ll get to that in my “Unplugging” series about the long road we took to getting here.  Not only is it a miracle he is alive to wear the baby (the 25+ lb toddler, I should say–not just a little baby!), but it wasn’t too long ago that I thought he would never be able to safely carry a baby on his back due to his injuries leaving him off-balance.  But when he came back from the mailbox and I was done planting peas with the older kids, we roamed about the garden and barn, comparing notes on which plants we had identified so far and imagining the animals we have yet to acquire.

Is this where I wake up to find it is all a dream?  Oh wait, there is a giant mosquito bite on top of my head–this is reality.  It’s a lovely one right now (in spite of the mosquitoes), and I’m going to cling to that  as long as I can.

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