Breakfast before the storms.
Then Ed settles in to his work calls and emails and I attend to the irksome details of daily life that tend to surface on Monday mornings.
Snowdrop comes to the farmette after school. Not interested in staying outside. Bike! -- she says. Then runs inside and looks for it.
Helmet on. Tentative about bike, but who cares! She knows it's here. She eyes it, touches it. That's enough for today.
Then she asks for music. Dance!
Her feet fly!
I have been with Ed nearly eleven years and I have never ever gotten him to dance with me. I tell her -- ah ah does not dance.
The next minute, Snowdrop and ah ah are dancing.
After her nap, I tell her we need to make cookies again.
She is on it!
Licking the beaters is the baker's sweet reward.
One last mix...
Cookies are baking. Snowdrop runs from one room to the next, full of energy and laughter. Ed comments -- she sure is happy today...
And now the storms come. There is rain. Thunder. Hail. Lots of hail.
Look, Snowdrop!
Of course she wants to go outside.
Let's wait until the rains quiet down.
We go out at the tail end of the storm. I don't have rain garb for her here, but I find my camping hat and I put it on her -- this will protect you from the worst of it.
Whoa! The sun is throwing some beams to the west! There should be rainbow! Snowdrop, come run with me! We might catch it!
Oh, do we catch it!
I'd like to believe that she is overwhelmed. Because I surely am. Red, orange, yellow, green,
blue, purple...
Pose for a photo, Snowdrop!
Okay...
The rains leave big puddles in the driveway.
The hat has served its purpose. Go ahead, Snowdrop. Play.
Rocks, ga ga.
Yes, rocks.
She is wet, she is drippy. I run a hot bath for her. She loves it. I can hardly get her out.
We read books, beginning with the one about weather. And rainbows.
A day may be beautiful for any number of reasons, but this one belongs to Snowdrop: she made the irksome little tidbits of the early hours slide into oblivion. Her energy was our energy. Her grins were ours as well.
Then Ed settles in to his work calls and emails and I attend to the irksome details of daily life that tend to surface on Monday mornings.
Snowdrop comes to the farmette after school. Not interested in staying outside. Bike! -- she says. Then runs inside and looks for it.
Helmet on. Tentative about bike, but who cares! She knows it's here. She eyes it, touches it. That's enough for today.
Then she asks for music. Dance!
Her feet fly!
I have been with Ed nearly eleven years and I have never ever gotten him to dance with me. I tell her -- ah ah does not dance.
The next minute, Snowdrop and ah ah are dancing.
After her nap, I tell her we need to make cookies again.
She is on it!
Licking the beaters is the baker's sweet reward.
One last mix...
Cookies are baking. Snowdrop runs from one room to the next, full of energy and laughter. Ed comments -- she sure is happy today...
And now the storms come. There is rain. Thunder. Hail. Lots of hail.
Look, Snowdrop!
Of course she wants to go outside.
Let's wait until the rains quiet down.
We go out at the tail end of the storm. I don't have rain garb for her here, but I find my camping hat and I put it on her -- this will protect you from the worst of it.
Whoa! The sun is throwing some beams to the west! There should be rainbow! Snowdrop, come run with me! We might catch it!
Oh, do we catch it!
I'd like to believe that she is overwhelmed. Because I surely am. Red, orange, yellow, green,
blue, purple...
Pose for a photo, Snowdrop!
Okay...
The rains leave big puddles in the driveway.
The hat has served its purpose. Go ahead, Snowdrop. Play.
Rocks, ga ga.
Yes, rocks.
She is wet, she is drippy. I run a hot bath for her. She loves it. I can hardly get her out.
We read books, beginning with the one about weather. And rainbows.
A day may be beautiful for any number of reasons, but this one belongs to Snowdrop: she made the irksome little tidbits of the early hours slide into oblivion. Her energy was our energy. Her grins were ours as well.
