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Mischief Makers 2019: Day 22 and 23

Down to the last few stories from last year and then we’re off!

Day 22

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Day 23

Mischief Makers 2019: Day 20 and 21

I love it when the elves are helpful. Like last year when they helped me purge the pantry. That was great!

Day 20

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Day 21

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Mischief Makers 2019: Day 16 and 17

Last year we used our 3D printer to create scenery and props. I think my favorite props were the tiny cork pet reindeer.

Day 16

Day 17

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Mischief Makers 2019: Day 14 and 15

I loved the little Elf House in Day 15. In fact, it is still on display on my cabinet!

Day 14

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Day 15

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Mischief Makers 2019: Days 12 and 13

Sometimes the pins I find on Pinterest work out well, other times…not so much. But the streamer Christmas tree was a huge success!

Day 12

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Day 13

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Mischief Makers 2019: Days 10 and 11

We are getting closer and closer to the big day! I think the boys and I will put our Christmas tree up today and start enjoying the twinkling lights.

Day 10

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Day 11

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Mischief Makers 2019: Days 8 and 9

Ah the gumdrop sink and yarn-wrapped elves! I have a few stories this year that will take some time to set up…but this gum drop sink took a VERY long time. Totally worth it though!

Day 8

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Day 9

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Cats and Chicks

A cat approached a chick and said,
“My aren’t you a treat!”
The chick chirped and then replied,
“Oh no, I taste like feet!”

The clever cat just smiled and winked,
“I think not, my dear.”
“You see, I’ve sampled chick before,”
the cat said with a leer.

“Ah yes,” the chick said, thinking fast,
“I’m sure your meal was grand.
But if you try to chomp up me
I think you’ll understand.”

“You see, I just had chicken feed
and it was very good.
But to a cat, it may be bland,
and taste like rotten wood.”

But the sly old cat could not be tricked
and with eyes bright and green,
took one big bite, one noisy gulp*,
then licked her white paws clean.

*This is a work of fiction, no chicks were harmed in the writing of this poem.

Planting, Playing and Pears

My helpers are itching to get planting.

We planted our raised beds a few weeks ago. Theirs are full of beans, peas, radishes and onions. Mine is all lettuce, spinach and cilantro.

Into the beds we plant
Radishes, carrots and more
Dirty hands and nails
Seeds and gnomes galore

We started our tomato and cabbage seeds a bit late. Joe also started rutabagas and red onion.

C’mon let’s start some seeds Mom!
C’mon let’s start them please!
Broccoli, sprouts, tomatoes,
and flowers for the bees!

Last week, we planted 4 male kiwis in the vineyard. The ground was soupy and wet and perfect for digging. We had to back-fill with a little dry dirt to soak up some of the water.

Planting in the vineyard
digging in the mud
In Sunny, warmish weather
with my two best buds

We also planted 7 pear trees in the swales, replacing a few apple and cherry trees that didn’t make it. I dug the holes, Jake soaked the roots and Joe dug a trench because…why not?

Pear trees in the pasture
Playing by the pond
Planning trails and trenches
create a lasting bond.

It was a great way to spend the weekend. Outside…planting and playing.

Sweet Memories

I watch my boys trek outside every morning to “check the ice” in our fake pond–a big hole we dug out years ago to mark the spot for our eventual pond.

It is a ritual that they have had since the first snowfall. Of course, now, it’s mud with chunks of ice. But still, each morning one of them asks the other: “Want to check the ice?”

Today, I watched them walk slowly out to the pasture. I wondered what they were chatting about. What Jake said that was so funny. What made Joe lean his head back and laugh. I watched them race forward, excited to get out there and see what had changed.

Playing in the mud.
Laughing with a friend.
Enjoying nature’s gifts.
Not thinking it will end.

At what point do we realize that all things pass on to a new stage, a new chapter? Do we wake up one day and remember how things have changed so much?

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Or, is it gradual and bittersweet?

Is it remembering little things sparked by the mundane tasks of the day?

Washing the dishes and seeing days of trampoline bounces and tree climbing through the window.

Folding the laundry and remembering little socks and shirts long since donated, thrown away, or turned into rags.

Grocery shopping and memories of days making siren noises while pushing the fire engine grocery cart. Knowing that the little person truly believed he was driving through the aisles.

Some things in life are sudden and jarring, like the unexpected death of a loved one. But so many bittersweet changes are gradual and imperceptible.

Standing at the sink,
washing sheets and clothes.
A picture with a memory
of how swiftly our time goes.