Facebook memories reminded me that we had snow two years ago...
And that Elsa and I went out to give the tulips and daffodils a word of encouragement.
I'm not sure if we were behind schedule that year, or ahead this year, but today the grass is green and my daffodils are in full bloom.
We are enjoying a lazy Saturday morning, keeping the house quiet and allowing the kids to sleep in.
Micah and I crossed paths in the kitchen and had our annual early spring conversation on plans for the gardens and orchard this year.
We stood at the kitchen window sipping coffee, making remarks on the yellow finches at the feeder, and establishing what we'll do with that empty, awkward spot in the flower bed.
A reasonable plan was confidently decided as we poured fresh coffee, made our way to the other window, and discussed the demise of a dwarf spruce that sadly didn't survive the winter.
We laughed at the house cat leaping at a red cardinal as a few children, one by one, made their way down the staircase and into the living room to watch vintage episodes of Bugs Bunny, a Saturday morning tradition.
After instructing Micah on what exactly I'd like hauled to the dump, starting a batch of laundry, and thinking about the two pounds of ground beef I've been thawing in the fridge for days but can't seem to find time to fry up, I realize how peaceful our home life is and how lucky I am.
I'm thankful I learned as a young wife how to accept people for who they are, instead of miserably trying to coerce family situations into my ideal.
Everything seems better when it's uncontrived, anyway.
The kids have been finishing up their school work for the year. The girls completed their Language Arts course this past week. To finish a book of lessons and assignments that we've been working on since August always feels like quite the accomplishment!
We're all so proud!
I'm looking forward to the completion of the school year, so I can move my attention and efforts to the gardens.
A beautifully mild, sunny day this past week required all my self-control not to zip over to the nursery down the road for plants and flowers.
Looking ahead at the weather tells me we still have a few nights below freezing approaching.
It's okay. I can be patient. I have a book to finish.
Lately I've been into reading children's books for my own enjoyment.
Before you laugh at me, remember C.S. Lewis said, "A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good story in the slightest. No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally - and often far more - worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond."
It started with, Heidi, by Johanna Spyri.
That book was pure delight, and even changed the way I viewed the majestic row of pines that, now in my mind, stand knowingly and authoritatively on the other side of our meadow.
Then I read, The Good Master, by Kate Seredy.
I bought it for Nola a few years ago, so she read it first, but it, too, was bewitching.
Both stories possessed a striking similarity in that there was a sickly, spoiled, city character who moved out to the country and found healing. Of course, having lived out in the country myself for the past fifteen years, the idea of fresh air, sunshine, forests, streams, slow-living and privacy having a profound impact on a person is not lost on me.
"He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me." Psalm 18:19
I now find myself half way through the enthralling, Where the Red Fern Grows, by Wilson Rawls.
I have a vague memory of having to read this in sixth grade. But that was so long ago, the story seems fresh and new to me now.
I hope to be finished by the time my tulips are in bloom, then I'll pass it on to Soren to read.
💐
~ Courtney
