We’ve cried over eggs so many times, feeling responsible for their failure to thrive. And then, this batch. It felt different. Firstly, they WERE pink in the light the way YouTube and our book said they should be. Secondly, the eggs got bigger, instead of rotting or molding like the others. We wondered if our male was simply too young, rather than infertile, earlier in the process. After 80 days of watchful care, two tiny geckos emerged from the eggs. We held our breath, watching with wonder. They’re amazing!
Later in the week, the inevitable post-Halloween cold stilled our activities. We mostly stayed home, recuperating quietly, wondering who’d get it next. (No one, as it turned out.) But we turned our plans into at-home experiments with art + cookery. We used new art supplies, listened to audiobooks while painting, and felt inspired to try making fresh pasta, a whole-day experiment with delicious results. Being home for a few days, just making sure we didn’t have Covid + trying not to spread germs, gave us more time to dig into projects we’ve abandoned. Both Rosetta and Wilder seemed to feel inspired by digging around, unearthing + organizing the art closet. I am hoping to do more of these things as the weather cools + we’re indoors more.
Week “at home,” yet we’re hardly there with all the outdoor time, the friend time, and the adventures. Hooray!