me and my littlest girl in the snow
There is always a lot going on around here. But now it's March. And I'm starting to remember that every March I start to come alive again out of my winter's hibernation.
I realize that I've been a stranger around here, so I'm going to post a bunch of pictures from the past week or so. They are from my instagram app (which I deleted the first time I downloaded it, but now I see the vision;).
Reading to two of her little sisters before bed
The light is changing: the sun was going down way to the left of this window and behind a big pine tree that blocked its light. But now it has shifted and that time of day stirs something inside me. Something good. I notice it every spring and get so excited that the days are getting longer.
fresh tastes good
nest: a place of retreat , rest, or lodging ...it's true, that spot feels like that.
Watercolor painting. It's the last craze. That hair really is pink. Just for fun.
waiting for the bus