It is a source of constant surprise to me how quickly the calendar can fill up. So much so that I have taken to "booking" at least one weekend a month with no extras.
This was one of those weekends.
Those rare occurrences when you find that the length of day is just right and not short about 12 hours. The house got cleaned AND the baking got done. Needlefelting happened, sugarbush maintenance happened AND a brush pile got burned.
As I spend more days out here I settle into the idea that this is a process. The strongly opinionated voice that prompts me to "complete" things is quieting. Not enough however to make this kind of weekend slip passed unnoticed. This weekend made me feel like I know what I am doing.
Happy Monday folks!