Last Thursday it was cold. The sun was out. It beckoned us and teased us saying “Come outside and enjoy my warmth, don’t bother with that sweatshirt”. But the sun lied… there was no warmth only a cold, biting wind.
~A token of love~
I love that the boys pick me flowers. The stems are usually a little to short and they are placed in whatever container they find lying about, sometimes the “flowers” are really a handful of weeds, but they are always a welcome site sitting on my table.
Right here is were my camera battery died and I (of course) missed a bunch of fun shots. After the zoo we let the children play at the park and eat their lunches. We got home just in time for naps… and after herding three children around all morning, I kind of needed one.
It’s time! Time to start planting the garden. This year my mom and I are doing the garden together. We have grand plans for canning and freezing our bountiful garden harvest I am super excited! I realize that gardens are a bunch of work, and that we live in a corner of the world were fresh produce is abundant and reasonable, but… I love the experience. Call me a sap, but I want to grow it myself. I want to get my hands in the dirt, feel my back muscles strain, watch those little green sprouts push up through the dirt, carry in baskets of corn and beans, feel sweat on my forehead as I stand over a kettle of boiling jars, line up all those beautiful jars in the pantry… you can’t see it but even as I type I have a big silly grin on my face.
Happy Monday, looking forward to a good week! ~April