I’m sitting in my freezing cold house surrounded by half folded piles of clean laundry and random toys. The heat was turned off and the windows were left open, so it’s a chipper 60 degrees in here this morning.
We had oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies for breakfast because the chickens have temporarily stopped laying eggs.
The girls are playing with dolls on the floor in mismatched pajamas while we listen to The Civil Wars.
Next up, a Queen dance party…
Yesterday we were supposed to do chores. Instead we spent the entire afternoon in the warm sun at the park, and then Rosie went to a friend’s house, and we spent the evening in our backyard.
Our backyard is so ready to be cleaned up for spring. We filled the yard waste can with a fallen tree’s branches. Soon we have to repair the wind ripped tarps over the chicken pens, rake up all of the half decayed leaves, and put out some new grass seed. Then we get to fill up the raised garden beds and plant, plant, plant.
I can’t wait until every day is filled with warm sun.
It feels so good beaming down on our backs.
Today it’s cloudy outside, and rain is in the forecast.
Spring will be here soon though. My daffodils are coming up, their green shoots taller every day. They know spring is coming.
The birds are back too, from their winter vacation in the south. I’ve seen lots of robins recently.
My cat has eaten lots of robins recently.
Outside I found an empty blue robin’s shell on the ground.
This spring Ada will be one year old. Can you believe it’s been an entire year?
Next spring at this time I secretly very much hope to be pregnant again! I can’t seem to stop the baby fever, maybe it’s a sign.
I just keep looking at the two of them and wanting…no, needing…more.
More love, more baby goodness, more sleepless nights sniffing soft baby hair, more chaos, more messes, more fun, more life.
Even on a cloudy day…