To the right, a mountain of clouds were piled high, wide, and larger than life. A vast emptiness between me, and it. I was happy to take pictures and dream of the billowy, white, frightening mass. To my left, was a typical prairie sunset. A shadowy piece of land, a sun making her descent beyond eye's sight, a sky fading to purple, and clouds looming close to the earth. It is a sight to remember.
These are the dear lovely plants I am "mama-ing." They stay nice and comfortable on the window sill in my room. Just the other day, I pinched a leaf of my sweet basil very lightly, bent down to smell it, and was overjoyed to smell the sweet, spicy, zang of the promising little plant. I can scarcely wait until it grows huge and busy!
Did I mean to post this? I'm sure I didn't... ah well. That was Aidan and I, up earlier than everyone else one morning. Gotta love that child.
European peasant bread with about five ingredients and the best taste you'll ever meet with, as such. So long as you make sure to completely bake the middle, you're good. (Who wants a raw dough filling? Ahem.) Overall, however, it was wonderful; although I mourned over it's slightly irregular chicken shape to Mama. It does look rather like a chicken's body- doesn't it? It was rather startling when I realized it.
Sitting curled up in bed, listening to country songs, crocheting hearts to my hearts content (no pun intended) has become an afternoon habit. Truthfully, when I meet with a pattern that is easy, and is essentially adorable, I end up obsessing over it, hence, a half of a dozen crocheted hearts can be found here and there all over my room.
Little baby plants. Need I say more?
This gal. She accompanies me on ventures outside; knitting in hand, a book to read aloud, and a tall glass of iced water. We're in the habit now of sitting underneath the fully awakened trees, laying on a blanket, and taking turns reading aloud. Morgan and I absolutely love "Anne of Green Gables." I've read it several times and am *so* happy to get to share it with her. If you haven't read it, please do, it's bound to make your day. When she and I are through with a chapter, we glance at each other and sigh. "Can't we read just one more, Gab?" The girl knows me well.
So. How are y'all doing?
p.s. Happy, happy Easter. I hope yours was as wonderful as mine. He rose today, 2000 years ago! What a beautiful gift!