Sugaring is complete! A little over five gallons of syrup in the end. Same yield as last year, with twice the taps. That about sums up the 2015 season for most sugarmakers.
This morning I woke to the soft pitter patter of rain. Not the raw, chill-you-to-the-bone kind of rain that we know so well in April. This rain was warm and healing, reminiscent of summer. I was surprised to hear the rain though. I don’t check the weather forecast too often and the last few days have been blue-skied and sunny, with t-shirt warm temperatures. A pattern I was getting used to and now here we are, warm rain.
When I was preparing for bed last night a large moth had found its way into our room and was swirling around frantically. My family can attest to my dislike of moths or any flying insects in my bedroom, in the evening especially. I don’t find it particularly relaxing to drift off into sweet slumber as one flutters about near my ear, even landing on my head. We don’t appear to have any holes in our window screens, and yet somehow they work themselves in. Flying insects in my sleeping space marks the beginning of my summertime complaints. I really do try to refrain from being vocal about it, but it is true that summer is the least enjoyable time for me. Summer has its perks, don't get me wrong, but feeling one of its annoyances just two days into our glorious springlike weather was surprising. Usually you get a few weeks at least with nothing but sweet earthy smells and sunshine on your shoulders. But oh that moth had me pulling the covers over my head while I drifted off to sleep, thinking of the inevitable morning in the near future when I walk downstairs to brew a cup of coffee and discover ants running around on my kitchen counter. Ahh... summer!
My family is in California right now. They’ve been gone since last Thursday and will return two days from now. Yesterday I reached the point where I'm officially missing the heck out of them and clamoring for their return. This trip will mark the longest period of time I’ve ever been away from either of them and I’m keenly aware, given Emily’s close to 18 years of age status, that it is indeed something I need to be familiar with.
The reason for their trip was to attend the national debate tournament. This is something Emily qualified for and was invited to, along with three other teens from her debate academy. They are having a wonderful time and doing really well! Adam went along to stay a few extra days and play tourist with Emily post-tournament. I had the chance to take Emily to California when she was five, so we decided he’d go this time around.
We also thought it would be best for me to stay here and focus on a good amount of work that I have to do. For the first few days the ideas were not flowing and every little thought in my brain felt stifled and stagnant. So I did the reasonable thing and moved my entire office set-up from my desk to the dining room table. Front and center! Looking straight out to the back yard, which has always been a pretty view to me. I love that stonewall lined with shady hardwoods. When I need to shift the creative mojo, I always start with moving some chi around, providing a fresh perspective and renewed spirit. And wouldn’t you know it, work went pretty well for the rest of the day. I’m hoping for more of the same today and tomorrow.
The rain has stopped and it seems like the sun mights try to peek out. I hope to get peas and a few other seeds in the ground later today. I can't recall a spring ever arriving so abruptly before. For weeks we couldn’t access our snow covered gardens to plant early seeds, and now, poof! SPRING! Suddenly it feels a little frantic and like we’re behind on many things. Such is the life of a gardener. Plans never quite work out according to our own human agenda, instead we must humbly act in service to the whims of nature.