Do you ever feel like you’re wearing too many hats? Or maybe that too many things really interest you? That thought has been on my mind lately. I think it has something to do with this set-up, clean-out and arranging of my new office/craft/work space at Woodlawn. As I decide whether the basket of vintage sewing notions should stay in the room or get ferried up to the attic. As I uncover two bowls of pottery buttons that I made two kids ago. As I file away homeschooling papers and figure out where to stash my work laptop. Decide which recipe clippings I’m going to keep. Figure out where to put all that yarn. Uncover a few bills. Oops. Stack up gardening books and field guides.
I think it’s probably a natural reaction when we’re faced with the task of cleaning out our “stuff”. So far moving in to Woodlawn has been about everyone else’s stuff. And kitchen stuff. And where to put the bath towels and the big wooden box of barn boots.
But now this is my stuff. And deciding what stays, what goes, what I let go of, what I put away for now, is a bit daunting. When did simplifying become so complicated?
Anyway, that’s my little brain dump for the day before I go back to trying to clear a flat surface on my desk again today.
In the meantime, by my absence here, it’s probably obvious that spring is giving way to summer and life is full here at Woodlawn. A few goings on….
* The chickens have been officially moved outdoors to a coop. Last night’s after dinner entertainment involved trying to figure out how to get a favorite chicken to ride on their bike handlebars. According to WYPR, chickens love it. (We’ve yet to be succesful.)
* I’ve learned how to deal with bloated sheep. Twice. Another skill in my farming repertoire.
* We made my granmother’s granola. Again. And then they ate it from the pan, warm from the oven. And what looks like a small granola bomb hit my kitchen floor.
* We swam in the creek. Again.
* Dan and Grandpa built a horse jump. It’s been getting lots of use. And sometimes I have to cover my eyes.
* I’ve become better friends with the giant “estate” mower that Dan brought home from work. But I’m still not in love.
* I took back the porch chairs from the barn cats. Enjoyed one day of sitting in cat-free chairs. And then they re-claimed them again. I’m fighting a losing battle.
* I’m giving some serious thought to making a personal goal to be here every day in June. Even if it’s just a few words. I think it will be good all around. And good for me. I still have 48 hours to decide…