My Tiny "Corner" of the Planet

Last evening around 9:00 pm we were finishing up dinner in the back yard.  It was not dark yet, but certainly dusky.  In the large plum tree which hangs over the fence from the neighbor's yard, a beautiful, perfectly groomed creature woke up, stretched, and climbed down the trunk onto our large junk pile.  He watched us but did not seem afraid of us, not even Nutmeg or my toddlers.  We watched him, too, in awe.  He is a large raccoon.  I have the feeling he has been watching us in the evenings for some time as it has been light so late, and knows we are no threat to him.  He poked around in the pile for a bit, then went straight to his watering hole - a large tarp folded around leftover roofing material, which collects and holds water with each rain.  He sniffed around in the short grass in front of the shed where Nutmeg had been sitting for some time.  He decided to wander into the open shed, and Jared walked over to tell him he didn't want to get stuck in there for the night.  Our beautiful friend exited the shed and went underneath to explore there.  After a while, he crossed the yard again, climbed up the gate, and then walked the top of the fence along the alley until he was out of sight, off on his evening mission of whatever it is raccoons do - finding some meals and socializing with others of his species?  We watched him in awe and are so glad he is here!  In our yard, which was quite sterile when we moved in, and has now progressed to European import meadow, we have only ever seen insects, small invertebrates, the occasional visiting cottontail, crows, small songbirds, an occasional visiting opossum, a rare visiting squirrel, and sometimes an exploring rat invader come from the next door neighbor's attic (I can see the rat family's egress from our back patio table - they come out at night, and I have seen a little rat face poking through a knothole in our fence, or a rat scurrying in the plum tree or junk pile.  Rats are not native.)  Now we are privileged to have a raccoon for a neighbor! 

In other news...

We are underway with Furniture Tetris, and have done some of the big jobs already - Jared has started teaching (online) this week in the garage remodel.  Lazarus and Anne have moved into the front bedroom.  We have seating for more than two people in our living room.  Laurel has her own little toddler bed.  Shed clean-out has begun.  There is lots more on this project to keep us going for the whole summer, I am sure.  For example:  hemming the curtains in the kid's bedroom, finding a Craigslist dresser for Laurel, migrating all the file drawers and boxes from various locations around the cabin and shed to the newly reinstalled bookshelf in my room, "seasoning" the chalkboard paint in the new studio, painting the trim, moving the upright piano to its new corner, finishing up the DIY coatrack for that space, going through more boxes in the shed, adding more wall-top bookshelves, hanging up our framed pictures, finding some industrial shelving for our little dining/mud room/laundry/kitchen annex to put all the bulk bins on, getting a dumpster for the enormous junk pile, etc.  You might get the idea, but somehow this list makes the project list sound smaller and tidier than it feels to me.

With our family spread into two bedrooms now and all of the teaching moved to the outbuildings (minus daily morning group class online, which requires the use of our living room spinet - it has been tuned in the last century, unlike the new donor upright in the new studio, which needs a full servicing, new strings and everything, before it is useful in teaching), our cabin feels much larger.  It is sort of a freeing feeling.  At the same time, it feels as small as it is - we cannot "grow" here anymore without some unforeseen creativity or a house addition.  However, I have been blessed during the years of my adult life to live in some places where I saw the creativity of neighbors in small spaces.  I think especially of our apartment complex in Kent, where the majority of our neighbors had come here from abroad and were ready to make do with whatever they could.  We were all in two-bedroom/one-bath units with one living room, a small kitchen, a couple of closets, and a tiny porch.  (Our cabin has the same square footage as those apartments.  But we have the massive blessing here of a yard, unlimited street parking, and the outbuildings.) Our family of two, then three, then four, hosted an exchange student and taught lessons in our small place.  Our next-door neighbors on one side were a couple plus an elementary-aged son and teenaged daughter.  Our upstairs neighbors changed a few times, and usually had three generations in the unit.  Our other upstairs neighbors were a family of four plus the wife's sister and her two kids.  And our next-door neighbors on the other side were three related couples with four children between them - one family sleeping in each bedroom and the third in the living room.  Our neighbors across the parking lot from us were a family of four, which grew to five.  So I have no illusions about what is required for space that one might get from looking around at suburban America and all the home decor magazines....

There has been a lot of painting this spring.  The garage studio: one layer of primer.  A layer or two of white on the ceiling.  Two layers of yellow on the walls.  Three layers of chalkboard paint over that.  And the fence along the alley is now held up on the outside by a thick layer of paint - leftover from a project our professional painter neighbor did.  He often has extra paint from a project which doesn't match anything, and he gives it away.  I will have to acquire some more for the inside of the fence, which is currently held up by... toothpicks.  If it has enough paint holding it up, we won't have to replace it for a few years.  Also, we need to scrape and paint the exterior of the cabin.  The shed needs some more painting, and the studio building will need exterior paint after we finish replacing the rotten bits of siding.  I also have not painted our mudroom, although it has been on my list for two years.  So that's plenty of work to keep everyone busy.

Also, I have gone wild with the garden this year.  Last May I used some leftover landscaping bricks to build a kitchen garden off the edge of our patio and I migrated the few things we had been growing in the pre-existing, nearly decayed-into-the-ground garden box out by the garage to the garden box.  This year I wanted to buy some seeds (a desire which I had begun to plan to indulge in before lockdown and victory gardens).  Our kitchen garden has a number of perennial herbs as well as rhubarb, but there was still space for a number of seeds.  And then everyone went wild with victory gardens, such a happy thing!  My brother built his, and filled it with starts.  When he ran out of space, he brought me his extra starts, which filled the rest of our kitchen garden.  So I determined to rehabilitate the old garden space for my seeds.  I planted it with flowers, tomatoes, Brussels sprouts, squash, and pumpkins.  More of the seeds took than I imagined.  Plus we had some really exciting volunteers from the compost in addition to a few ancient seed packets I threw in pots to see if they would germinate.  So now I am filling up our driveway with pots of tomatoes and squashes and pumpkins and greens and flowers, and it is really quite astounding.  I am collecting neighbor's cast off nursery pots and buying potting soil and I am having so much fun.  I loved plants as a child when we had a very large, semi-wooded backyard, but I have had no reason to engage much with plants when I spent most of my adulthood in various apartments with little access to nature.  Now I am spending a lot of time replanting and watering and weeding and admiring, and it is very happy.

Heartfelt Experience

Two beautiful writings about heartfelt experiences...

This was written by my blogging friend in Texas:
What the Lord Told Me About 2020 Back in January...

And this was written by a violin teacher I know in Oregon:
I hate this pandemic.

And where we are ::  Still mostly at peace.  Not having to prepare our space, our lives, our children for myriad lesson visitors daily.  Not having to commute to Gig Harbor once a week.  Not having to drive anywhere!  Nice weather.  MOSTLY more positive family dynamics.  Growing relationships.  Online lessons going better than before for most students.  Online group class, online bass and art lessons for Anne, online church...  More work on the garden and the studio remodel.  No one has been sick for two months, because we haven't had chance to meet any germs.  (Oh, except the night Laurel was up all night vomiting - I don't know what she ate, perhaps it was something nasty she found in the compost?).

But I have had several for-no-reason sleepless nights.  Just like when I've been pregnant. (Which I'm not.  End of story.) Sometimes my body knows something my mind doesn't - like maybe the quiet questions about the future of dreams, big and small, spoken and unspoken?  Questions of the future? which I don't honestly worry about much, but maybe my body knows...

It's not about Mother's Day...

I read two fantastic and fascinating pieces about women, but it's not to do with Mother's Day, truly.  But so appropriate.  Just wanted to share them for your ponderation and inspiration.

First is from American historian Heather Cox Richardson, who specializes in American political history, literature, and religion:

Mothers' Day

The second is reporting on gender dynamics in groups, which comes from Brigham Young University:

When Women Don't Speak

You're welcome.