Happy Spring!

"Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer." ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

A Poem

Grown Children

by Sharon Olds

...And now our daughter

is asleep on the couch, not six pounds

thirteen ounces, but about my size,

her great, complex, delicate face

relaxed. And our son, last night, looking closely

at his sweetheart as they whispered for a moment, what a tender
listening look he had. We raised them

daily, I mean hourly--every minute

we were theirs, no hour went by we were not

raising them--carrying them, bearing them, lifting them

up, for the pleasure, and so they could see,

out, away from us.

This poem fell into my lap today.

I loved the words.

They touched my heart and my soul.

And...I cried.

I love my babies.

And...

I love the incredibly wonderful grown-up people

my babies have become!

They Leave Traces Behind...

How do you know if grandkids have been visiting in your home?

You find dolls wrapped up in your dishtowels in baskets meant for books.

There is bubblegum scented bath mousse and an assortment of squirty toys in your tub.

You may find rubber balls or other unusual items in the pantry.

The swimsuit hanging on the door is way too tiny to be yours!

You find amusing "love notes" on the white-board in the garage.

Does it get any better than this?

Girl Power!

Ahhhh.....

a lovely day in early March.

Girls only!

A little dip in the spa,

and then a little snack poolside...

Sweet!

What's in Your Pocket?

We've always called Macy our "Pocket Baby."
She's a tiny little gal --the perfect size to put in your pocket and keep close to your heart!