it’s been snowing here for days, beautiful pink snow.
our cherry trees are in full bloom and each time the wind blows it snows.
it’s been quite warm here this week and all of the windows are open.
i have yet to put the screens in though.
which means it snows inside too.
but i don’t mind a few petals on my pillow.
yesterday i said to myself “wow i did absolutely nothing today” and then i realized that i had done more than i have in a while.
i slept in til 9 o’clock (was out late for the reunion), made a fairy house with norah, played rummy 500 and scrabble with hannah, made popsicles, sat in the sun on the back porch and went to an afternoon movie with chris.
why is it that doing nothing seems to translate as something negative?
or that doing nothing means not getting anything done around the house or crossing anything off of your list.
i have decided that i want to do a lot more of nothing because nothing is what we are all are going to remember the most.
:: a little post about transplanting over at tend
:: i hope you all have a lovely weekend in store. it’s supposed to be beautiful and warm here although i sure wouldn’t mind some rain. it’s been really dry and i can’t remember the last time i had to water this early. as much as i am loving all of the sun i long for a cozy rainy day.
:: i have my high school reunion tonight. it’s been 20 years. i only graduated with 26 people (all girls). we were all like sisters in a way. there were 6 amys in my class. we had a blast. i was one of the class clowns. i don’t remember a whole heck of a lot of what i learned but i sure had fun. i use to hate studying and writing papers. my best friend was an excellent student, super responsible and ended up being president of the school in senior year. i would get all goofy when we would study together. she would have to lock me out of her room in order to concentrate. she called me yesterday and left a message asking me what i was going to wear. it felt like old times before we were going to a dance or party.
sometimes….
i prefer eating out of bowls, mugs and cups (plates are overrated).
i wonder what kind of boy we would have made.
i eat soup for breakfast (in a mug).
i wish i could bottle up the smell of a campfire as a perfume.
i wished i liked me more in dresses.
i prefer to find out what is going on in the world by listening to “wait wait don’t tell me”.
i want to beg chris to cut his hair but realize i wouldn’t want anyone asking me to cut mine.
i wished my girls didn’t like pop music so much.
i wished i didn’t like pop music so much (well just some of it).
i wish i had kept up with piano lessons when i was a kid.
i fall asleep in the bathtub.
i dream about people who’s blogs i read and who’s photos i view on flickr.
i get embarrassed about those dreams.
i wonder if anyone dreams about me.
a little road trip to crystal cave and hawk mountain.
saw mostly vultures.
felt good to get away for the day.
whenever we do i wish that we do it more.
then i start to plan all of the trips i want to take.
trying to decide between here and here for a summer trip.
you know that feeling you get when you sometimes write a simple word like the or yesterday and you look at it for a while and wonder if it really is spelled properly, like you have never even seen the word before.
or when you look in the mirror and get that weird feeling like “is that really me?”
maybe none of you have had these thoughts or feelings. maybe i am just weird.
but lately i have been having those same strange feelings when i think about the fact that my girls will not live with me forever.
chris just rolls his eyes when i get all misty eyed and ask him “has it hit you yet that one day they will move out?”
i know i shouldn’t be focusing on these things and gosh it’s not like it’s tomorrow or anything but maybe it’s the fact that hannah is now 10 and man that just flew by. i felt like it was yesterday (yes it’s spelled properly) when i would see moms on the playground with “older kids” and think how far away that was.
now i am the mom with the “older kids”
believe me i want them to move out one day and be independent and travel and learn new things without me.
but i won’t lie when i say how much i love when hannah tells me she wants to move in next door when she grows up.
and yes i am fully aware that this probably means that she will move far far away.
i am loving the spring manifestos over at the art of seeing things.
it got me thinking about writing my own.
so here goes.
this spring…
i will learn new songs on my ukelele.
we will eat more meals out on our front porch.
i will sew myself a summer frock.
we will take more walks in the woods.
i will get my piano tuned and begin to play again.
i will fill my garden with plants from other people’s gardens.
i will find and plant wild ramps.
we will have as many outdoor fires as we can.
we will go on our first camping trip of the year.
we will plant a few simple favorites in our community garden plot.
i will sew a pair of shorts for each of the girls.
i will try making our own pita bread.
i will make a living wall out of an old pallet that lives behind our garage.
i will say yes more.
i will plan a weekend getaway with chris (it’s only been 10 years. jeesh!!).
we will have more impromptu picnics.
i will shop more at the asian market.
i will drink more water.
i will write letters.
i will stop comparing.
i will spend less time on the computer (which is where a lot of the comparing can happen).
i will promise myself that even if only one thing on this list happens i will treat myself to a gelato and a new pair of summer sandals.
sometimes….
:: i turn the calendar a day early
:: i go to bed with dirt still under my fingernails
:: i can eat an entire bag of jellybeans in one day
:: i wished i liked my spring wardrobe better than my fall one.
:: i drive into the city and back and realize i never turned the radio on
:: i look at hannah and can see her in 10 years
:: i look at norah and have no idea what she will be like in 10 years.
:: i walk across the street at night and look into my windows
:: i cut branches off of neighbors trees without asking (pruned properly of course) for a vase on my mantle
:: i pretend that these things happen sometimes when they really happen a lot.
as ms. blossom dearie said “they say it’s spring”
a celebratory toast with a little rhuby.
happy spring to you my friends! xo
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