Rentrée.  This is French for “back to school.”  Only this time they’re all back to school.  Little Z with her mom-cut fringe ( because she refuses the hair clip. “NO AIR KIP!!” ), is off with her kitty bag whooping it up at school.  No, no, no tears were shed by her.  Off she went.  “Where is Zélie?” I say as I adjust her coat and bag on the hook.  Oh, she’s off in the classroom working out her plan to dominate and conquer.  Me?  I’m blinking back the tears as my little munchkin spends the day with fun, friends and new learning.
They call it insecure attachment.  Though the attachment problem is not with her, it’s me.  This house has been filled with Miss Z way back when we first moved in and started this farm.  Now, just the two of us.  We will make it if we try.  Keeping up with all the projects on this farm is fun, hard, challenging, exciting. But first, some lunch. Let’s go out! Oh merde, our lunch place is closed! Back home to eat, plan and get stuff done.


I had visions of courtyard tidy and fence line clean up. I could work on the chicken fence or do some improvements to the pens with Brent. I could give Tosca a long walk around the paddocks. Yet, I did none of those things. We ate some lunch. Sold some beef. I cleaned up a bit. Okay, I was a bit low.

Over lunch, Brent played some incredibly amazing seventies music show from England that I can’t quite name and probably shouldn’t if I could. Let’s say it was aired when “jazz flute” was King. Soon enough Leo Sayer came on. “I know that voice,” I say, “what did he sing?” Then, Brent youtubed up the Leo Sayer songbook. The song that woke the neuron that energized my brain storage for “L_Sayer” triggered upon hearing the first few notes of “When I Need You.” I just closed my eyes.

Suddenly, it was time to collect the children. Our evening song and dance was on. Lucy was yapping. Otto was puzzling. Minty was singing. Zélie was jumping. Happy kids. Happy place.

I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

First Day Of School


School began today.  Lucy was nervous the night before.  She started at a new school along with her friends who moved with her to CE2 (roughly American 3rd grade).   Timidly getting out of the car she slowly walked to the playground when a loud “LUCY!!!” erupted.  After that, girls were giggling, smiles were frolicking.

Otto was fine, great, couldn’t be better.  He marched into class and settled in.  He said he loved school and was excited to go, but that usually fades slightly when reality sets in.  This year, he was confident and as he said, truly excited.
first day of school ruby et nunu

Minty spoke of school for a few days.  She was excited to see her buddies and listed each one followed by “is my fwiend.”  Yet, little Minty, following a bold march up the classroom steps, quickly receded into a puddle of first-day-tears setting off a few other young ones with kindred feelings.

When we picked the kids up at the end of the day, they were beaming with smiles.  Everyone had a great day.  Lucy was especially excited because she is a bus rider now.  She gets on the bus first followed by a stop at Minty and Otto’s school.  When Minty got on the bus, Lucy yelled “Minty!!” Giggles ensued.

… a side picture

big zucchini

A friend of ours gave us a very large zucchini.  Lucy wanted her picture with it as well as a photo of her project: Baby the Large Zucchini.  Baby the Large Zucchini will be but cut in half, grilled and stuffed with mince for tomorrow’s dinner.