dirt pile

i took the kids to the randall museum while rich recovered from last night. we went to the family ceramics class but it was almost over. then we poked around and looked at a little bat in a sleeping bag, owls, honey bees, a squirrel, snakes, a huge model train set. we went on a little trail and the kids climbed a tree for a while as i looked out over the city vista.

then as we started to leave we passed a big pile of dirt left over from a project. the kids spent a good hour on this pile of dirt. climbing up and then running down to fall flat in the grass. maya made a rock city. miles found a bunch of roly polys, rocks that he could break apart with his hands, and a bunch of little rocks that maybe possibly could have been parts of spears or arrowheads. it was an excellent dirt pile.

right now i am feeling mighty annoyed because whatever healthy tasty food i cook these kids only seem to want pasta and bread and very basic chicken. and cheesy puffs, seaweed, and fruit. did i mention cheesy puffs? and cereal?

salad from garden tonight:

arugula, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, a little parsley, feta cheese, and the first harvested pepino (a perennial bush that grows fruit which looks like small pale watermelons and tastes like a cross between a cucumber and a cantalope).

it is 6 o'clock and i feel ready for bed. outside i just heard a hawk crying, a truck idling, and our artsy neighbors are hanging with their friends talking on their deck. rich's slippers are shuffling around on the wood floor, the wind is blowing and i hear the voices of people in my family trying to work out how to get along.