a day in the life of a latvian mom

Easter weekend is already around the corner… and honestly, I’m not even done with the last one.

You know that feeling when time just keeps moving, but you’re still somewhere back there, trying to catch up? That’s me right now. I don’t feel ready to jump into another “weekend mode,” another set of plans, another shift in rhythm. I’d gladly press pause.

So instead of thinking ahead, I’m staying here for a moment.

I woke up a little overwhelmed today. Not in a vague, unexplainable way, but with a very real reason: a Zoom call at 10am. It’s funny how something so small can sit there in the background and shape the whole morning.

So from 9 to almost 10, I escaped outside.

Not for a walk — I didn’t have the energy for that. I just went into the garden.

I stood by my raised beds, looking at them. In the past few days, I finally finished weeding them (a task that always feels bigger than it should), added a layer of compost, and covered everything with wood chips. It’s one of those jobs that leaves you tired but satisfied — like something is quietly falling into place.

The next step will be the paths between the beds. I want to add pine bark mulch there, just to make it feel more finished, more intentional.

And then there’s my little experiment.

I sowed pak choi (or bok choy?) outside in the raised bed, but covered it. I don’t even know the proper name for what I built… a mini greenhouse? A cold frame?

I stacked an extra pallet collar on top and placed an old tractor glass on it. Very high-tech 😄

But it works.

The pak choi is already up, tiny and hopeful, clearly ready to grow.

This morning, though… everything was covered in frost. The glass, the edges, that sharp cold that doesn’t feel forgiving at all. I had that moment of doubt — maybe this was too early, maybe they won’t make it.

But they’re fine.

Completely fine.

Sometimes things are stronger than I expect.

And then — something completely different, but just as grounding.

My mom arrived.

A five-hour journey, two buses, just to come and help me with the curtains. I didn’t even ask this time. I had mentioned it before Christmas, but then I said I’d deal with it later.

Apparently, “later” became “before Easter” in her mind.

And she just came.

It’s such a simple thing, but also not simple at all.

Still not ready for the weekend.

Ilze