Thank you
My birthday was lovely & your words were sweet & I thought maybe I would reply to them all, but then it would take me till my next birthday.
My birthday was lovely & your words were sweet & I thought maybe I would reply to them all, but then it would take me till my next birthday.
“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.
Some of them I didn’t even have to make Read More »
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.
I’m glad for the good times and the homemaking skills, the little songs she sang us, the silliness and the ethics. Her years of patience.
Foster parenting is easier in that you get extensive training for the job you’re about to do, and ongoing training while you do it.
Three ways foster parenting is easier than traditional parenting Read More »
Confession: Sometimes I don’t even like Sundays anymore, though they used to be one of my favorite days, because – no mail. I can’t thank you enough for the happy pictures and notes showing up in my box these days. You brought me a great deal of joy! Special thanks to those who sent tea,
Well, that was fun… …and made a lovely addition to our soup at supper last night. Our bacon-potato-carrot-hard-boiled-egg-soup-with-a-little-chicken-and-parsley. {Yum.} My online friend Beth linked to the turkey platter idea and my children had fun putting it together while the broth ran over and burned on the stovetop and the babies yelled for food and I called for Ryan to
Happy Thanksgiving Read More »
Those of you who were talking last time about basements, and pantries with doors, made me think of this meme. I couldn’t find the original online, so I recreated it as well as I could remember. I’m sorry I don’t know who to give credit to. (picture source) The longer you look at it the funnier
A chipmunk, a hand, and a clover Read More »
You might cry, at nine o’clock pm on a Saturday night when you’re cleaning the last bathroom and your man comes in and finds you. “Hey, hard workin lady,” he says gently, and holds you. You might cry then, though you’ve been strong all day. They’re in bed now. It’s not so much that you
In the thick of it Read More »