She was the most pleasant baby..Loved being rocked..woke up happy went to bed happy..My young mom friend could not get over her nature..Easy peasy.Our first was feisty lol going to bed for her was sheer torture and she let us know;)
I'm so glad they are such good friends..18 months apart.Best days of my life being a young mom..then the best ever days lol was becoming a nana.Heart full.
These are so good..I found the recipe at Simply So Good you can find it here..Keeper:)
We had two storm days.. but the 16th was the worst.I looked out and our crabapple was filled with what appear to be robins.The wind and snow..blizzard like I could not get good pics.How do these darling tiny things withstand this weather?
I think there are about 125 ft..from our gas tanks to the road..It's an area the snowblower cannot go on..so I shoveled it:( So heavy so deep..
Next yr I will try and find someone if this happens again.I usually make a path on snowshoes..I could not with the depth..Lesson learned..
I didn't have fun.;)
Inside far warmer.The girls bask in the sun.
All these players played as children..and now they have won the 4 Nations hockey tournament.Kudos for their courage and hard work.
Have a lovely weekend...
AND TO YOUUUUU, DEARIE!! Such a blanket---I wonder if the Princess and the Pea required such a coverlet to match all those 100 mattresses beneath her. We're still "snowed in" in that we're limply held hostage to the five or six inches which block my feet at any exit from the house. I simply cannot afford ANY kind of slip or fall, and the vigorous young man heaving all the grocery order onto our solid-white porch was a fine sight to see, stamping up the steps and carrying three-too-many at once.
ReplyDeleteAnd your company!!! M. and Madame Rouge, with company dropped in for tea---they're a pale chorus here, as well, and our Weatherbush, not nearly the size of that white-frosted cupcake of a hedge you've got, is where ours reside---sometimes we can hear their little conversations when the windchimes still and the evening breeze has a hush. Your Miss Frida is a happy little companion, and her less-outgoing friend (I'm thinking Gertrude, perhaps---weren't they TIME contemporaries, if not acquaintances?) seem quite Spring-like and festive in their June Cleaver pearls.
We're still INNNN, and want for nothing---our quiet days punctuate by texts from GRANDS and our youngest son who peppered yesterday with poetry and prompted constant repartee all day, from onomatopoeia to Samwise Gamgee---amazing the things we can think of to talk about.
Stay well and warm and bright as your welcoming windowsills.
Oh, Dear Heavens!! I just went back and happened to really SEE that trench you carved!! Frightened in retrospect at the risk and energy, and WAY impressed at your strength and vigor. Yep, you did it. I can tell by the sharp corners and precision, and the BLUE is perfect. Girl you DO beat all.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't cheery Rachel:( I got grumpy.So I wont take credit..However.. the delivery man..who walked all the way up our walk.. instead of leaving the parcel.. in the driveway mailbox .I said :"Oh you didn't have to walk all the way up" He said:"I'm so glad I did..That's a nice person living in the moment finding joy in taking the road less traveled but feeling joy in his work:) He made me appreciate my day more.. Rachel your youngest:)I had to Google onomatopoeia..I once knew the word in French and it's definition..but had too look it up again:)Even had to look up Samwise Gangee:) I was never a LOTR gal:) My husband was very much so..
DeleteI want for nothing either.My home is my haven.
No need for much more anymore really.
:) have a lovely weekend!