We wake up to a snow covered landscape.
You would think I'd be disappointed. It doesn't fit with my mental image of spring.
But the truth is, it's kind of pretty out there. Oh, sure, the cheepers are not happy.
And since they venture out before I sweep the snow away, Peach gets stuck...
... definitely in need of a helping hand!
But when the sun comes out, the snow begins to melt and it feels intensely spring like, even though it's actually hovering just below the freezing point.
We're chugging along here, slowly but with determination. Onwards! Toward the warmer seasons!
At the farmhouse, the little chicks are growing fast. We laughed at the size of the feed back when we brought it home three weeks ago. We're not laughing anymore. It's nearly all gone!
We eat breakfast in the sun room and listen to their chirpy noises.
And in the afternoon, Snowdrop is here. Sometime in the course of her school day she had put on her ballet shoes in anticipation of this afternoon's class. They stayed on.
There is just enough time for a quick Snowdrop story...
... and a lightening quick play...
... and then it's time for class.
They're enacting some butterfly story, but it hardly matters what the plot of it is. Wee little butterflies, moving this way and that -- it's enough to make you smile.
And all the while I think how incredibly lucky I am (we are) that Snowdrop's parents let the little girl open herself up to the world of grandmas and Eds and any number of others who so love this child. In turn, it is so obvious that she lives in a rich world of people who care deeply about her. There isn't a doubt that she is made stronger by their presence in her everyday.
You would think I'd be disappointed. It doesn't fit with my mental image of spring.
But the truth is, it's kind of pretty out there. Oh, sure, the cheepers are not happy.
And since they venture out before I sweep the snow away, Peach gets stuck...
... definitely in need of a helping hand!
But when the sun comes out, the snow begins to melt and it feels intensely spring like, even though it's actually hovering just below the freezing point.
We're chugging along here, slowly but with determination. Onwards! Toward the warmer seasons!
At the farmhouse, the little chicks are growing fast. We laughed at the size of the feed back when we brought it home three weeks ago. We're not laughing anymore. It's nearly all gone!
We eat breakfast in the sun room and listen to their chirpy noises.
And in the afternoon, Snowdrop is here. Sometime in the course of her school day she had put on her ballet shoes in anticipation of this afternoon's class. They stayed on.
There is just enough time for a quick Snowdrop story...
... and a lightening quick play...
... and then it's time for class.
They're enacting some butterfly story, but it hardly matters what the plot of it is. Wee little butterflies, moving this way and that -- it's enough to make you smile.
And all the while I think how incredibly lucky I am (we are) that Snowdrop's parents let the little girl open herself up to the world of grandmas and Eds and any number of others who so love this child. In turn, it is so obvious that she lives in a rich world of people who care deeply about her. There isn't a doubt that she is made stronger by their presence in her everyday.
