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Seasonal Parenthood

Posted 1/9/2012 3:50pm by Shiloh Avery.

fennel sprouting in greenhouse

When visiting various unnamed retired folks, I found myself amazed at how breakfast and exercise could take up an entire morning, dumping us off dumbstruck at noon.  Until, that is, we found ourselves sort of retired (albeit not entirely and only temporarily) and lo and behold! Breakfast and exercise does indeed take up an entire morning, dumping us off dumbstruck at noon. But today, mind you, I’m plowing through my “to do” list with unfettered fervor as we plant our first seeds in the greenhouse.  Yep, you read that right: today, the season begins.  Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.  While starting seeds does indeed signify the start of the season, it’s not like we jump in that shocking cold stream polar bear style.  What it is though, is a slight sigh of resignation that we are now pretty much home bound.  At least overnight that is.  Someone has to be here to take care of those little baby plants: let them out to play in the morning and tuck them in at night (and they don’t make car seats large enough to accommodate those little chubbers).  It’s kind of nice, really, this whole seasonal “parenthood” thing.  Where we get to live the retired life (which this year even included travel to Florida) for a month, reflecting on our past year’s life and enjoying the fruits (canned, dried, or frozen) of our labor and then ease back into that whole 24/7 gig.


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