So, you're wondering how the new life -- life sans full-time job for Jacob, plus part-time job for me, plus full-time farming for both and full-time babyness for the bean -- is going?
Well, we're still trying to figure it all out, but predictably, time slowed for a day (that day I got the full three minutes of my conditioning rinse) and then crunched, big time. (I haven't conditioned since.)
We're behind on so many things: planting, transplanting, tilling, plowing, turkey brooder prepping. You name it, we're playing catch up with it. So, the last week has been a flurry of trying to make up for lost time on the farm, me getting to know a new job, both of us trying to figure out who should take Willa when and all of us attempting to stay happy and sane.
The thing is, it's hard to not always feel behind farming. There's always something needing to be done and done yesterday. And, as luck would have it, the same is true of online journalism. Just because you're done for the day, that doesn't mean your inbox is.
So, we're both awash in a constant stream of to do's, thinking all the while that "if I just catch up on this, I can relax..."
The trick, or so I hope, is finding a way to leave the day when it's time to leave the day, even as the to-do list is growing -- learning to relax, whether you think you're "caught up" or not.
Because, as we know, "caught up" is really just an imaginary state of being.
I'm not sure either of us is mastering -- nay, even learning -- this trick, but it's worth working at.
I'll keep you posted. But until then, some highlights from the first week of our new situation:
150 turkeys and 10 geese arrived by U.S. Post the end of last week. (I know, right? They still arrive by U.S. Post and I find that quaint and quite amazing, actually.)
Kale is transplanted, with Willa's help.
Willa vomited big time (and all over Daddy) after trying to eat her first piece of grass unbeknownst to either of us. (No picture of this, aren't you glad?) We had a big discussion afterward that our first order of business on the farm is keeping Willa from eating anything she shouldn't.
Because we need to stop this, even if it's totally adorable.
The Rocky Mountain Front came out of its gray-winter-sky hiding place, reminding me why the hell I live here (I'd questioned that a time or two this winter.)
And finally, Willa got to try out a few cool sun hats and as you can see, she's all about them. (Thank you Auntie Trin and Ian for this one!)