Friday, March 18, 2011


I know that seeds are supposed to sprout and all, but somehow I am still totally, entirely, unbelievably shocked when they do. Our Easter grass is growing! Talk about a lesson in faith.

Here is a precious remnant of morning play. I swaddled up the much beloved bla-bla doll, only to find him in this little make-shift cradle. I really don't mind that belt being out of commission for a while.

And the daffodils out front are blooming. Balmy and 75, I feel like putting on my spring colors, too.


Kerry said...

You do capture the beauty and sacredness of simple moments. Thank you!

Anonymous said...

That's great. Such a wonderful reminder of childhood joys and imaginings.