Showing posts with label signs of spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signs of spring. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 February 2023

How can living the dream be so hard?

The view from our apartment on Christmas Day

It was a tiring semester and it took time to recuperate. Getting my brain to slow down from the million mile an hour swirl had been necessary if a little melancholy. Half of me wanted to be with the grandkids in their various locations - not that this was actually possible (see below) and half of me just wanted peace and quiet and rest. I got the peace and quiet and my brain feels a lot less frazzled. The downside or upside to a less frazzled brain is actually time to think. I'm not sure that is always a good thing, you should ask Ian. "I've had an idea" is not his most favourite phrase.

The boys! There is a hint of spring in the air. Over
winter they are very placid - well most of the time.
As spring starts to arrive, they start to jostle each
other a bit, with some major disagreements from 
time to time. 

Karla, you are supposed to eat the hay, not wear it

Yes Freddie, it looked like someone stole the
snow


We are living our dreams and yet our dreams are not quite how we imagined them would be. I dreamed I would have a new project, a new baby and I would be called Doctor. That all happened and being in the right place at the right time with the right skill set needed (or at least some of them anyway) I ended up getting promoted to Head of the Masters Programmes for our department. It is all a bit bewildering at times if I actually stop to think of what has happened over the last few years. It's hard to believe that this is actually the first "proper" full-time job I've ever had. 

After all the snow we had in December, this was
a bit unexpected for the 1st January. It didn't
last though and our snow came back.
Don't blame you Freddie. It will be nice and 
warm by the side of the alpaca house in the 
sun.

Brencis is a handsome chap, very curious and very
greedy. Love him anyway!

That's not to say I haven't done stuff, that's how I ended up with most of the skills I've needed. I've done leadership training, counselling training, home educated my kids, tutored kids online, headed up Sunday Schools, moved countries and dealt with taxes (try sitting down to a 100 page form to update a tax consultant on the current state of finances going back over 20 years if I remember rightly - that's the land of the free for you). I've organised craft projects to keep 1500 kids entertained and educated over a three week period and craft workshops for about a dozen adults on a weekly basis. I've taken creative embroidery classes to expand on what I had learnt from my mother and grandmothers. I've done flower arrangements for my daughter's and my sister's weddings.  That's a fairly random list of things I've done, but in all that time, I've never had a full-time job. Actually not sure I had the time for one.

Hard to think of Venessa here, squinting in the
bright winter sunshine, is Brencis' half sister. She 
was one of the earliest of Veronica's offspring and
Brencis was her last. Veronica is no longer with
us, but she would have been 19 this year.

Has someone been eating the snow, Norman?


We had to look back to see if Chanel had such
tight curls when we got her - apparently not. 
She had slightly curlier hair than her daughter
but not much, but over the years the curls have
got tighter and tighter. No idea who the
hairdresser is.

What else didn't I expect about living the dream? It's hard! I wonder if I thought once I got there it would all be plain sailing and not the start of another epic journey. I never thought that being called a doctor would involve me working in another country to the one I live in. I suppose it didn't even cross my mind that I would be leaving Ian for a week at a time once a month to do that either. Thank goodness for the internet though and online conference software.

Our cats have a job to do catching moles. Ian saw
GT sat by a big molehill today, so there's hope. 
Meanwhile they continue to act as our drainage
managers and have intentions of an extensive
network this year. Absolute pain.

The soft winter has also meant
more unwelcome visitors - wild boar.
They make a huge mess in a 
very short space of time. 
Marvin out for a stroll with his mum, with Aggie
following behind.

When I was a stay-at-home mum, honing my negotiating skills - sorry kids you were the guinea pigs but I did learn a lot from you - I tried to live by the phrase of "the best ability is availability". Now I have to think in terms of my availability to who? How do I divide up that time? How do we make this work without it dissolving into a nightmare where no one wins. How do I prioritise my time when I have a full-time job, we have a farm and I need to learn Latvian. Why am I doing a blog anyway when I have so many other things I could be doing?

Norm enjoying a Christmas tree. Plenty of 
vitamins there.

More sunbathing! This time it's Karla

There seems to be a lot of sunbathing going on
here. You wouldn't think it was in the minuses.
Having said that, it can be glorious at -10C
when the sun is out in January/February.

Well the last one is easy. I do like to write. I do like to create with words too. It helps us remember, it helps us to leave a trail of where we've been and what we've done that I hope our grandkids can read some day. A friend of mine had a wise friend of hers who said, "Never move to be near to the kids" - did she not like them or something? No! She went on to say, "They'll move anyway" and it's probably true. I would have to find a job nearby, we both would actually in order to afford to live there. My skills might still be useful, but not necessarily in the right place at the right time and that could be more difficult to get employment somewhere else. We would settle down and then the kids might move. 

Last year, Marv needed a neck brace, now he's 
wearing his own fluffy neck warmer.

Only rolling in the snow mum. Honest!
The view from the summerhouse
over the garden. The bumps are
not huge moles but where Ian has
been dumping the alpaca manure
over winter, ready for the 
potatoes in spring. Fortunately
it is not as strong as cow and horse
manure.

So we try to adjust to this new reality that has only been a reality for the last few years. We try to find a new rhythm - even though the rhythm feels a little out of kilter at the moment as we adjust. Changes still need to happen, family needs to be connected to, new global realities need to be adjusted to as well. New friendships, new patterns of learning and a sense of trying to release the next generation to be who they need to be and given the space in which to do that. 

We don't need those fancy Christmas lights, we
have the real thing - real icicles.
Chanel's daughter, Ilvija - not rocking a perm.

Arrrh! The signs of spring! Evidence that the 
electric company are going to work on new
electric lines. Yey! 

The reason we, or should I say I, couldn't join the kids was because it took so long for my passport to get to the UK. I knew I would have to get it renewed early so that it didn't affect my residency. I needed at least three months on it, prior to the ten year term. I sent it off mid-November but it only arrived just before Christmas at the passport office and fortunately was processed pretty quickly just after Christmas - it took 6 weeks and 2 days from posting it to getting it back. Good job I hadn't booked to go at Christmas time. We hope to go later on this year for a family reunion though.

Yes boys! It's just a little pussycat 

See! Only Rocket Ron.
Yes the snow is cold on the paws, but it's your
choice to be out in it.

January wasn't as relaxed as I thought it would be with staff development days, preparations for the new semester and assessing work from the last semester. I also marked the last set of exams for an organisation I've been with since the late 90s in various capacities, first as a home educating mum, then a net nanny moderating their student cafe and finally a sociology tutor. The extra workload I have now has meant it wasn't feasible to continue and I let them know last year that I would be leaving once the current students had finished - I couldn't leave them mid-course. So that chapter closes, but I'm grateful for all it taught me. I often roll my eyes when people get on about the problems of online learning when I've taught students in countries as far as Brazil, Bangladesh and even the UK, from my little caravan in the middle of a field in Latvia. It taught me how to work online too and that's how I got my Masters. So I know that while online learning has its challenges, it is also full of possibilities. So when a student finally emails me to tell me they are actually not around because she is studying and travelling somewhere sunny, who am I to complain! I merely told her thanks for letting me know and gave her tasks she could do and still travel. It worked!

Oh right! So now you are sunbathing in it!

Lolly in the snow. Looks like one of those 3D pics

Our little summer house. Ian uses the small
bedroom so he doesn't use as much energy to 
heat the whole house. Since he's only there
during the day, that works.
So I have my intense weeks at work, in a physical office, and my down days at home working quietly away from the buzz. Both have their pluses. I get to meet my friend who I stay with, my colleagues who I also can call friends and my students who encourage me that there are young people today who have so much to give. I then get my quiet time at home too, not with the alpacas so much during the winter time, as I spend a lot of time in the apartment. Soon enough though it will be time to transition to my summer home and get used to living, not in a caravan this year, but our little wooden cabin. Meanwhile the snow still lies on the ground and the days gently tick by to the gentle rhythm of my old grandfather clock. Tick! Tock!

GT and Betty practising for the next winter olympics

Jumping about because she has decided the snow
is not so nice to be in after all

We had some serious ice rain this year and the 
trees were covered in thick ice, here it's not
so thick.

Ilvija with her son, Norman.

Either looks like someone's been playing or lots
of little snow Buddha's

The skies are often dramatic at this time of the year

Well there had been some pumpkin seeds drying, but
we apparently had a mouse. It must have succumbed 
to something, as we have had no evidence of one 
since.

Wintry skies from our apartment

No I'm not going across that to my car. I'd be flat
on my back. I'm not really good on ice. Fortunately, 
I haven't had to resort to the ice grips often this
winter.

Well how else do you wind up a ball of wool?

Monday, 19 April 2021

What a difference a week makes!

Hurry up and open that gate. Let us out on the
grass! Not yet boys, bide your time. You have
to give the grass time to grow first. 

Spring is here, although having just said that, it might now decide to go into retreat. For now we welcome the sunshine. I'm not so keen of the cold wind that we've had on a few of the days, but at least we've had a night without putting the heater on. I was quite pleased to be able to get a good weekend of work in the garden and now all the potatoes are planted up and snuggled under a good bed of alpaca manure that has been seasoning over the winter. Next week, I plan to get the cold hardy seeds in the ground and hopefully starting off the not so cold hardy plants in the greenhouse ready for the end of May. If I don't get the tender plants started off next week, it will keep for another week. 

It has been a bit breezy at times, but at least it 
wasn't too damaged and we could stand it up
again.
Ooooh! Life is so good when you can have a 
good roll in the dirt. Sigh! That fleece will want
washing soon.
Aggie with baby bump!

I like gardening at this time of the year, because the weeds are only just getting going and so they are easy to spot and uproot. Later on in the year it can get a bit overwhelming, especially if the lawn also looks like it's about to take over and smother my flowers and veg. It is just so much easier at this time of the year to remove all the dead stuff that needs removing, cut back what needs cutting and then uproot the few weeds that are there with the results that the beds look nice, neat and tidy with relatively little effort. 

Mari is not as far on in her pregnancy as Aggie

Somebody has been earning their keep.
One of our regular summer visitors

The spring-like weather has also been coaxing out the visitors and we had more again this weekend. They've all wanted to take our alpacas for a walk too. It's been a bit of a juggle for Ian to work out who he can take out each time. Some alpacas will just accept going out for a walk, some are more hesitant at first and some will easily get bored. Later on the decisions will get harder and we will probably have to restrict who goes for a walk when we start the mating season. It is not much fun taking out a male who thinks he's going to see the girls. Last year there weren't as many who wanted to go on walks, they just wanted to visit the alpacas and take pictures mainly.

Ian's had a harrowing week, chain harrowing that 
is! Now all the molehills are flattened and the
dead grass raked up. The main issue was the 
molehills that mess with haymaking later if left
but the grass always looks nice after a good harrow. 

The grass is growing and a green blush creeps
across the landscape.
Turbjørn looking quite perky
here, but I think that he thinks
Ian has some food for him.

This week I've applied to join an expert working group. It feels really strange and makes me want to laugh. It's not that I don't think I can do it, it is just the surprise that others think it's worth me applying. It still feels weird to think I'm an expert in anything when I spent so many years at home with my kids, a job that some will tell you qualifies you for nothing - what do they know? It's all valuable experience and I wouldn't trade that experience for the world, even if I felt tempted at the time when things weren't going so well. But that's life! 

There's nothing like a good scratch... for making
alpacas pull some amazingly funny faces.

All together now! Roll!
Online seminars in the greenhouse

I even amazed myself the other day when I was working with a student online and she didn't know which direction to take her work. I spotted somethings about the area from the pattern of the fields that makes it unique to that place and I knew from reviewing a paper that the ownership pattern can cause stewardship issues. Also from the work I've been doing with the database on blue spaces over the last year, I could also see some potential areas for development. It took about 15 minutes to set her on her way and I was just left marvelling at how much I'd managed to cram into my head over the last few years that actually had some relevance somewhere. It's better than planning my way into senility. 

Bouffant hair style anyone?
Someone trying to see if there is still some milk.
I think the answer is no and stop doing that! 
Ilvija you shouldn't mess with Chanel, it 
doesn't go well! Chanel's lovely really but can
be spitty when she's not happy.
Freddie looking very elegant.

I don't say all this to boast, but to encourage others that you can learn new things even when you are older. Don't let it stop you. The world is amazing and wonderful and we can make so many changes if we don't let fear stop us. We all have the capacity to change, although I do know in that many respects I'm privileged to have the space to make the changes. That doesn't stop us all from having the capacity though. For many the Covid 19 pandemic has brought lots of issues that restricts what people can do, but also for many there has been a chance to rethink what they really want to do in life. How has it felt when your work is not considered essential work? What could you do differently? Is now the time to change? It's certainly time to change society to get it on a more sustainable footing. We cannot shop and holiday our way out of this pandemic and it won't make us feel any better at the end of it if we did. 

Valeria, not looking so elegant but enjoying some
sunbathing. She can't blame a baby bump though.

The willow is springing into life. Plenty of pollen
for all those early bees.
Willowbuds close up
Cowslips starting.
Wood anemones carpet the forest
again. There was no sign of them
last week. 
Such a pretty flower. I always look forward to 
seeing them.
Another sign of spring. Coffee breaks outside, 
albeit shaded from the wind on the sunny side 
of a shed.
Peonies coming through. Such a bright colour.
I can't even remember what colour they are 
supposed to be as they didn't flower last year -
too young.
Siberian squill. Not as flashy as bluebells but at 
least the blue flowers are pretty and will carpet the
area in spring sometime.
Whoops, did I miss some parsnips?
Only four rows of potatoes this year. I think that
will be enough.
The turnips lasted amazingly well
over winter. The carrots though 
look a bit sad. They were protected
by hay bales, fleece and a good
layer of snow through the coldest months.
Dripping grapes - another sign of spring.
So which of you lot laid an egg? Two of you did!
Well it wasn't me, but cock-a-doodle-doo anyway.
Hmmph! I have competition then do I.