This Week at Iten's Acres: The End of Break January 3, 2015

Alas, my two weeks in hibernation are about to end. Back to the Rascals. No doubt, they have already contracted senioritis. Poor little things. The only cure I know is tons of work. Poor little things. (Heh-heh). Good thing I love them so much. I know they are dancing with joy at just the thought of coming back to the hallowed halls in a couple of days. I miss you too--scamps and rascals.
The Acre time has been marvelous. Rainy today--somewhat warm in anticipation of next week's frigid temps. I do wish it was snow!!! A couple of inches would be marvelous. Don't think it's going to work out though. I'd settle for just one inch, Lord. Something.
Of course, the disease I'm struggling with right now is anticipation. Three months from now what will be coming up at The Acres? When will the first crocus say "spring is here"? When will the snowdrops and Lenten roses start to bloom? Aconite anyone? Dwarf yellow daffodils under the Ancient Maple? What about all the new stuff I've planted? Will the pot bunkers be a success? When will the pond "bloom"? It's a terrible disease, but I've survived it before--barely.
I did get a few things done the last two weeks. Lots of walks. Discovered some things I didn't know were there. Just yesterday, two more iris! Oh, I did at the very beginning of the break even move some plants around. Entertained the dish rag. Read a few books. Lila by Robinson was the best. I never will catch up with all the reading on my piles in the living room. One pile for fiction. One pile for non-fiction. They grow faster than my time to read. But I did get make some headway this break.
Had a little work done on the cave as well. Kitchen, bathroom, septic all needed some "had to do it" work. More to do, of course. Hail! to the joy of home ownership. I'll get around to it eventually. Well, the people I hire will get around to it eventually. Mechanically minded I am not. At all. I can teach some, garden some, write some cook enough to live, torture students with a smile on my face, throw things at the cat. Mr. Fix-it? Not in this life. I accept the disgrace.
All in all, it has been a great two weeks. Now, I guess I have to go love on some kids--rascals and scamps. Actually, it's a joy. But they don't need to know that. I can sense their temperatures rising already--such a contagious disease that senioritis stuff. Sigh. Here we go!