Our house is across the street from this vacant lot that I like to call a meadow. I escaped here for a few moments yesterday evening to see if anything interesting was growing there. Byron and Beatrix were in the backyard. I could here them clear as day. It was sweet to hear the sounds of our family while removed from the space. I often wonder what we sound like to everyone else around us. We're loud. But cute. Full of life and wonder.
Thank you so much for all of your words of encouragement, support, and just love from my last two big posts. I've read and reread each of your comments and they've all left me smiling and full of gratitude for the wonderful little circle of incredible ladies who visit this humble space of mine. I've had much to say in response, but I'm lacking the mental energy to go back there. Do you ever do that? - get a bunch of heavy stuff off of your chest and then find yourself completely exhausted to talk anymore about it?
Well, I'm sort of at that point right now.
It does feel good though. To make some important decisions about the direction in which we would like our lives to travel. It's like dusting off the soil of well worked hands at the end of a long day of gardening. And then dreaming of the evening's bath and how good and well deserved it will feel. Love that.
Speaking of dirty hands. We've been adjusting to this new season. Most people call it spring. But here in Texas, it's more like two weeks until it's blistering hot. There's been lots and lots of time spent outdoors which feels so good and so right. I've been busy planting seeds, getting starter plants in the ground, going a bit berserk with flowering bulbs (which is silly since tulips and daffodils have a shelf life of about 6 hours here). Still, I can't shake my crush I have for them. They are some of my favorite flowers ever! There's a lot left to do. The rush is on, to get things planted before the very real and very hot heat of Texas settles in on us.
On the chicken front: we are still waiting for the younger girls to start laying. It should be any day now. The big girls (as Beatrix calls them - even though all 8 of the girls are the same size now), are producing well. What beautiful eggs we collected today!
Today, Beatrix and I walked to the library.
We ohhed and ahhed at these show stopping poppies.
On the way there, we stopped at a little shop that sells handmade items made by the senior citizens of our community. I was looking for a mug for Byron. I found a mug and I also found this little lady too.
I never buy toys spontaneously for Beatrix. Never. But today I did. She's handmade, and even handsewn in some areas. I adore the dress with the stripes and carrots. Oh my. Beatrix named her Clementine. Handmade, bunny, local, crazy cute dress, linen = $8. Sold.
This is what my dish drying rack looked like after washing dishes mid day today. (In the off chance you are the least bit interested...)Do you see the green mug in the bottom center? That's the one I bought today. $5. Good deal. The blue and white one on the top left comes from the same shop and the same potter. $5 too.
And this is what Beatrix likes to do now that the windows are almost always up: hang out of it while "talking" to Daddy on the phone.
At night, and in our quiet time, I've been enjoying reading a bit of this and a bit of that. And it reminds me that I'd like to get to a point in my life where I can relax easily and turn the noise of the modern world off at the end of the day.
More later. I'm migrating to the couch to enjoy a cup o' hot tea and a blanket (while the nights are still cool enough to enjoy), and a good read before I doze off for the day....