It has been raining cats and dogs around here, which makes for a mostly muddy mess in our back yard (especially in the unfenced soon-to-be veggie garden area- yikes!). But along with all that rain comes a whole lot of lush, green grass and clover, and the prettiest spring flowers.
Oliver notices beauty. He sees colors maybe more vividly than any of us. He points out the smallest pops of color as we are driving by a field or yard and yells in excited tones for the rest of us to notice, by golly! Look at that! He paints at preschool every day, coming home covered in splatters of bright blue, orange, pink, and yellow. And we all know about his fashion sense. There is nothing bland about this kid.One day this week, Oliver came to me with a fistful of purple violets from our yard. Alone, the little flowers are sweet and subtle, but all bunched up like that, they are vividly beautiful. And my handsome little guy thrusting them toward me, “Mama, I picked dees for you!!!” made me smile the biggest smile. And then Emil got in on the action. Because vase-holder is a very important job for a little brother.Happy Friday! We have a jam-packed weekend ahead of us, and I’m not quite sure we can do all that we have planned (sometimes there simply aren’t enough hours in the day, you know?), but we’re sure as heck going to try!