The days are just packed

I always have to laugh at the title of Bill Watterson’s Calvin & Hobbes collection: “The Days Are Just Packed.” It is so much more enjoyable to take a great humorous look at how we fill up our days with activity for work or pleasure.  Calvin & Hobbes busy themselves with snowball fights and plots to escape school/work, and engage in drama with Susie Derkins… Calvin is what my mom and dad would’ve called a “Pepperpot.”  I was never so mischievous as he, but it appears we share similar energy.  I boil wool to extract lanolin, fill up the hayloft with second cut hay for hungry fiber animals, head with my husband to my mom’s to pick her up while assembling whoopie pies en route, deliver baked treats & fresh eggs to friends at my daughters’ college and bliss out to a chapel full of hushed listeners and celestial notes.

The days are just packed.

Boiling, and boiling, and boiling the belly-wool to extract the lanolin

Boiling, and boiling, and boiling the belly-wool to extract the lanolin

The alpacas were entertained while we tried to back the trailer load of hay up to just exactly under the hayloft window.

The alpacas were entertained while we tried to back the trailer load of hay up to just exactly under the hayloft window.

200 bales of 2nd cut to help feed hungry fiber animals this winter - taking advantage of no snow and frozen ground to bring in additional hay this weekend

200 bales of 2nd cut to help feed hungry fiber animals this winter – taking advantage of no snow and frozen ground to bring in additional hay this weekend

This little Persian kitty is staying with us for a month and after one week in her own private suite, she is exploring the rest of the zoo/house.  So far, so good.

This little Persian kitty is staying with us for a month and after one week in her own private suite, she is exploring the rest of the zoo/house. So far, so good.

There are certain things I just do, like arriving at Mount Holyoke College with whoopie pies.  I didn't realize how much certain people looked forward to it!

There are some things I just do, like arriving at Mount Holyoke College with whoopie pies. I didn’t realize how much certain people looked forward to it!

The icy mountaintop I trek to visit my mom.

The icy mountaintop I trek to visit my mom.  My mom lives in the Berkshires, in Massachusetts, and whenever there is precipitation in the forecast, her mountaintop home gets twice as much cold, snow, ice, as anything we get in Southern Vermont.  I come from hardy stock.  Our little corner of Southern Vermont is nicknamed the “Banana Belt”-I’ll take it!

Abbey Chapel is dark for the beginning of Vespers each year, and a processional of singers bring in the light.

Abbey Chapel is lit with but two candles in the chancel for the beginning of Vespers each year, and a processional of singers bring in the light. This year was very special as we sat in the darkness, waiting, and the opening solos of the processional chant included a very resonant, beautiful, and, familiar voice – our SJ!

Listened to gorgeous music.

Chamber Chorus duets – My daughters have been so fortunate to have the talented, accomplished, and kind Lindsay Pope as their director at Mount Holyoke College for the past four years.

You'd have to scan all the way over to the right and catch what bemused me so much to take this photo - SJ(orange scarfed singer) with a huge grin while she watched the organist take it away during the interlude.  She said he was ALL over that organ!

You’d have to scan all the way over to the right and catch what bemused me so much to take this photo – SJ(red scarfed singer) with a huge grin while she watched the organist take it away during the interlude. She said he was all over that organ!  Char is two persons over to the left.  So nifty to watch both daughters sing together in college after singing together all through primary & secondary years.

Singing sisters:  SJ's last Vespers' performance, Char's first

Singing sisters: SJ’s last Vespers’ performance, Char’s first

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  1. I love how you fill your days, Tammy. And am always amazed not only by how much you do, but by how much you do so well and with such good humor. xo

    1. Thank you, Rebecca. You’re sunshiney-ing up my bitter cold evening! Also, you’re so humble because you’re up there, close to the Northeast Kingdom, making cheese and beautiful poetry and amazing everything…You inspire me to write better, farm better. Hugs!

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