Today we got another good rain . . .
Everything, including us, have been soaking it up . . . The kids ran outside to feel the pour and played "lost children", which is always amusing to me because I used to play that same game when I was a kid.
The new bean sprouts doubled in the wetness . . .
And our first potato plant emerged. Thank you clouds . . .
Yesterday I wore a long skirt and my wide brimmed hat.
I spent a fair amount of the morning out in the tea garden . . .
With a shovel . . .
I checked new sprouts and the young lawn. And just when I felt it couldn't possibly
feel anymore storybook, the rabbits in our hutch began to bound around together. "I feel like Beatrix Potter" I thought . . . And then "I'm nuts!!" At what point am I going to stop feeling like characters from books I read? I used to be Sara Crew from A Little Princess (a book I read nine times over as a kid). And of course, Laura Ingalls from all the Little House on the Prairie books. I loved it.
But now??? Am I still supposed to have that happen?
Dare I ask if anyone else still slips into moments where all the stored up inspiration from
truly amazing characters filters in and adds color and intention to something so simple as,
lets say, making soup??? Hmm, I bet I am not the only one . . .
Cheers to spring time ~ Marica