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The Sweetest Things

A little bit of blowing,
And a little bit of snow,
A little bit of growing,
and crocuses will show;
On every twig that's lonely
A new green leaf will spring;
On every patient tree-top
A thrush will stop and sing.

~Enki Fingerplays


Crocuses

The wind howled all day yesterday and all night last night.  Rain and sun came in quick waves, being at one time balmy and another chilly.  The windows rattled and things went sailing by.  When the sun is up, I have a garbage can lid to locate.  I think I would call this March weather, with the feeling that nothing stays around for too long.  This morning, there is snow and still more wind.  Because it has been warmer, the roads are clear here in town.  I bet they are not up near White Top.  My adventurousness for driving in the snow has dissipated over the years.  I would rather be cozy at home than out seeing the sights.  Places that get more snow still have more once things have cleared off, anyway.

Weather aside, the sweetest things.  The children have said some things lately that I want to hold onto.

We all go to bed together each night, after a prayer and Laurel blowing out the candle.  As I was drifting off, Roan said he had a bad dream.  I told him that he was awake now and so the dream was gone, to think of something that made him happy.  Willow agreed that was what she did after a bad dream.  After a little bit, he said, "I'm thinking of you, mama," and Willow said, "I think of mama, too, Roan."  Oh, my.  How sweet that was and how convicting, too.  It is a wonderful thing to be loved so much.  It also drives me to be worthy of such a kind statement, to keep my own kindness at the forefront.

We saw the first crocuses day before yesterday.  Walks have become part of our routine again.  One  was in a yard on our walk and the others were in Enid's yard.  We all agreed (except Laurel) that picking them was out, but that we could touch them.  Willow and Roan felt the petals and Willow said she wished she could have a blanket made of crocuses.  The magic and wonder children have.  This is a big part of why we are homeschooling.  We want to preserve that magic.  There is no need to lose it with growing up.  A blanket made of petals.  How I wish I could feel that, too.

With that, I think I'll spend some time reading and getting ready for the day.  How dear it has been to reflect on these things after a somewhat sleepless and worried night.

Comments

( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )
ext_1863175
Feb. 25th, 2016 03:01 pm (UTC)
This post lifted my weary spirit and brought back sweet memories of when my children were small. I'm still looking for crocuses here; maybe this week I will find some. ♥

Susan
impossibleway
Feb. 26th, 2016 11:42 am (UTC)
It is good to hear from you. :-)
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impossibleway
Feb. 26th, 2016 11:43 am (UTC)
Yes, I had never heard of tweens until I was grown. Seems like just another demographic for marketing to me.
blakdove
Feb. 26th, 2016 03:00 pm (UTC)
You have the sweetest children, but then, you are the sweetest mom.
impossibleway
Feb. 28th, 2016 11:22 am (UTC)
Thank you. :-) You are sweet to say that! See, rampant sweetness!
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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