The semi-lazy, outdoor days of fall are fully underway. Now that we are spending 100% of our time at home during the week — school, work, chores — we take as many breaks as possible to soak in the sun and revel in the cooler fall temps.
The fruit trees from the keyhole garden nursery finally made it into the ground. It only took me a year-and-a-half to get it done, but our property — already replete with dozens of trees — just acquired three more fruiting variety: a Satsuma tangerine, Navel orange, and a Pomegranate. This is the beginning of (what I’m hoping will be) an espalier grove. More hole-digging, first.
Nothing like napping in the hammock (except for the occasional mosquito to whack).
And there’s the weekends. Who knew that mucking stalls can be therapy? On Sunday, I got invited to brush down and ride a friend’s horse while the kids stayed back with the man-units. Mostly we chatted each other up through the stalls, talking about life and getting to know one another, enjoying the lack of interruption for a change. Mothers with kids at home 24/7 take what they can get.
Filling wheel barrows of horse poop with a good friend might just become a weekly excursion. Next time, I’ll bring my buckets, because horse manure makes great compost.
As part of the PE school curriculum, the kids and I go on regular bike rides around the hood. Most are only 5-8 miles in length, but once per week we trek out on a 12-mile round trip. Thankfully, it’s not in the 90’s anymore.
Apparently, the solution to a sore tush is a cold pack duct-taped to the bicycle seat. So ingenious, I wish I’d thought of it.
It is rather convenient that Sonic has happy hour cherry limeades and it just happens to be the half-way mark for our long bike ride Funny how we always make record time on the 1st half of the ride, but it’s a bitch session all. The way. Back home.
On this particular day, the kids spotted two shocks of white on the edge of a field. Bunnies. And man, are they cute. But what are they doing here?
There was a third bunny too, though he was too far off to reach; only the two were approachable. To make things worse, we left them all right where they were. I had to hold fast to my “no pet” policy, even if these were the cutest little guys ever.
A few days later, my friend and her daughter came upon the same two bunnies on a bike ride — only they took them home. She thought it would be great if we rescued them. She could keep them temporarily in her chicken coop, but the four dogs in her yard would not mix well with this kind of prey. It was us or the sanctuary.
There was still that third bunny out there. We had to find him and reunite the three.
By chance, on the way home, we spied him on the edge of the field, tattered and hungry. I braved the copperheads and water moccasins in the high reeds and approached him slowly. I didn’t have a carrot or anything to coax him to me, but thankfully, he didn’t run from me into the brambles. I might never have found him again. Holding him down and stroking him gently, I waited for my friend to arrive with the carrier.
Bunny #3 was reunited with his cage mates and after a meal and lots of water, all was right with the world again. Then they came home.
“Bunnies! How perfect for you,” her daughter squealed. “It completes your whole little vegan family.”
Being that I am the only chick I know with a PETA bunny sticker on her car, I think she may be right.
DirtNKids just grew by three!
Welcome Magicman, Mordecai, and Chaka.