Oh, that littlest love of mine! She would be outside 24 hours a day if she could! As such, she seems to be forever sporting a muddy face and wild, wind swept hair. And an imagination. Such an imagination is developing in this tiny girl! It’s amazing and endearing to watch as she mixes her mud muffins, adding a pinch of air to season her “greens” with and taking careful sips from an empty wooden cup and declaring her “tea”, “very ‘licious”. Though sometimes that imagination of hers takes on a life of it’s own! For example, several times a day I am very urgently called to save her from a bear. No one knows where exactly this concept of a bear came from or why it has stuck, but it seems to be code for, “Mommy I’m out of my depth! Pick me up now, quickly!”
The garden is coming along. Sort of. In fits and starts.
This post is something of a contradiction; pretty early spring scenes and difficult words that I’m stumbling over. I’ve been quiet here lately. Honestly, I’ve been quiet everywhere.
I have been struggling mightily. While still actively treating the Lyme Disease that I contracted again last year, I’ve recently managed to acquire yet another tick borne illness. This came just as I was finally starting to feel better and getting a sense of truly starting to reclaim my life. At the same time, there are others in our family with their own health struggles. As the primary care-giver this means life can be very difficult, to say the least. Complicated practical considerations aside, I’m daily called upon to model a sense of hope and optimism that I rarely feel. It is both challenging and humbling and can quite frankly be downright depressing. I am trying to rally, I really am.
I had been planning a project that I was really excited to share with all of you. I was kind of hoping that you would be excited about it to, because I would like to do it together. I’m determined to find a way to make it work still. I need something inspiring to hold on to.