It's my youngest son's birthday today (35). He's not speaking to me. I was, apparently, a horrid mother! That said, he graduated high school, went to university on a full scholarship, and now works for StatCan. I must have done SOMETHING right!
My other two children (in Ottawa and Vancouver) have families: two girls each! I am proud of them all.
My daughter is amazing (M.Sc.). It's International Women's Day, and she works so hard taking care of our family. I sent her flowers!
I sent her a note:
You are the glue that holds our little family together. You balance your in-laws and outlaws, our family, your friends.
Lately, I feel I’ve been falling apart, for that I am sorry. You have been a rock. I’m so proud of you, and your science. On March 8th, International Women’s Day, you are a shining beacon of hope for the present and the future.
Saturday, March 7thI went walkies. I was grossed out at first, but then looked more closely! This is a piece of fungus, covered in springtails (snow fleas) doing what springtails do.
While the wetland melts, the snow is still up to my boots in the forest.
Meanwhile, back on the ranch...
Temperatures have been hovering around zero, then Saturday morning it was -10 C. and somewhat chilly.
The temperatures rose during the day, and kittens worked their claws on the scrathing post.
Sunday morningJB took over the bathroom first. I lay in bed, listening to the news, waiting for my turn, and there was a crash of shattered glass. A mug. I usually ease into the day as my back loosens up. Not this morning! I had him stay out of the kitchen, as there was glass as far as the dining room. JB says, "It's like a bomb went off, the way it shattered." We'll be picking pieces up for days.
He hauled Nutmeg out of the sink yesterday, so we have a culprit. Cinnamon tends to defer to her.
Outside, there were 19 deer. We will miss them in the summer, once things begin growing they disappear into the wetland. Except for some, who like my hosta.