food, crochet, merriment
I ate some amazing Chocolate Caramel Cookies…
…and played with a pretty little baby doll…
and drank a peach smoothie…
and shared some with a little puddin’ head…
and read some more scary stuff…
and marveled at the love of fine literature around here…
and studied a ladybug…
and tried to get organized at last and once and for all…
so that we can gladly do it all again…
next week.
Nothing like a little color to remind a person that it really, truly is Spring…nearly Summer, in fact. Goofy cold weather has been holding us back from the garden, but we’ve come to the place where if feels like “plant or perish!”
So the bald kid kindly dug up a generous patch of spent dirt, mixed it with some soil booster…
and promptly bought me some flowers. Ooohhh I love that kid. Someone must have raised him right…heh.
To me–pink and purple petunias are pure perfection. Say that 5 times fast, I dare you.
Anyway, we dug a billion little holes for our billion little flowers and filled each space with water. “A five dollar hole for a fifty cent flower” as my mama used to say. We had to work quickly because…
when we looked up to our mountains we saw…
all that coming our way. Lucky for us valley folk that before it reached us…
the snow graciously…turned to rain.
Gracious rain.
Has a lovely ring to it–
don’t you think?
My cute little daughter, Jillian…
won something very cool on the radio.
We, apparently, weren’t the only ones excited to go to the Train concert.
The wild people came from everywhere to this amazing concert—right on the street of downtown Salt Lake City. No lie. The police just roped off the road and everyone sat around doing…whatever…while they listened.
Since we had to wait for awhile, we just found a decent place to sit–right on the sidewalk, up against some random store. I thought maybe if I’d of had a hat, someone would come along and drop change in it. You never know.
Finally, finally the band boys came out.
Most of the “street people” —including Jillian, moved forward to get a closer look.
But some of us could hear the purdy music well enough–right where we were, thank you very much–and stayed put.
I did, however, put the crocheting away a couple of times…
just to stretch out my legs…and fingers.
But I’ll tell you–there is something so magical about sitting by the light of the moon…
listening to the sound of a Train.
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If you look verrrry closely, you’ll see our baby bird, signing her version of the word…
birdy.
She can’t help herself because you see–each day, more and more of our birds come back.
We can see them jostling for the seeds in the feeder.
We can watch them sitting on the deck rail all puffy feathered in the rain.
We can hear them cooing and singing us awake each morning.
And friends, we are very, very happy about it, because we’ve been waiting for a long time…
all of us.
And so Jiff is now banned to the basement until she learns better manners.
After all, we have guests.
Happy Birthday Kristen!
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This moment…
