It’s always grey and/or rainy on May Day here in northeastern Ohio. I want to do elaborate, lush things, like May baskets and May poles, picnics and flower crowns, but gloomy Thursdays when your number one partner in crime is going away for the weekend (Heidi! but it’s ok, she’s going to see baby Aidan!) are not good for these plans.
I can’t really listen to any kind of music other than Bach in the morning. I think something is wrong with me.
I bought melamine monkey plates and acrylic monkey cups at Target yesterday. Three of each. Because they are super cute, and because it makes me feel like this whole thing is real. I will at some soon point need kiddo dishes.
The lilacs are blooming. I can hardly bear to smell them, they are so heavy and heady with memory. One little inhale, and I am in another world. Sometimes that just stings a little to much.
My Swiss chard and spinach have sprouted and are growing quite happily in their long container gardens. I’m hoping for LOTS of each, so much I have to share.
Speaking of sharing, have I told you how much I love Kristen and Mike, the parents of the kids I watch? ( I was going to say, "the parents of my children," but we don’t need to get that confusing). They have asparagus growing in their backyard, and the other day, Mike said my favorite thing: "Go cut as much asparagus as you want and take it all home with you." We had asparagus growing in our garden when I was growing up, and that’s one of the reasons I’m still working to forgive my dad for selling the place (sorry dad!) a few years ago. Fresh asparagus, roasted with lemon and salt, oh my, it just melts in your mouth!
I’ve been enjoying Facebook these past few weeks, especially connecting with old friends and family members I don’t keep up with all that well. I need more friends though, because Chad has TWICE as many as me! Go get a Facebook account (it’s free) and then be my friend. I know, I know, what grade am I in again?
Look at these cuties. Their cousin, Jade-i-bug is staying with them this week. Oh the cuteness! It is too much, too much!
