We wanted to spend the day outside! Everyone is getting over a nasty virus here at our house-we are sick & tired of being sick & tired-we were getting out! Matt took the boys outside and after cleaning up breakfast I joined them. All it took was one step onto the porch to realize I wanted more clothes on-it was downright chilly this morning! After spinning around for a sweatshirt and coming to the conclusion that a pair of leggings would be wimpy, I picked up some jackets for my boys (if Momma's cold everybody's cold!) and headed back out.
Our garden has need attention for awhile, it is finished and was as ugly as a garden can get. Weeds up to your middle and it had the smell of a dead garden-though I don't know if anyone but me would ever notice that. We pulled up the chicken wire fence and I rolled it to the tune of Cephas' "Hurry, hurry Momma", "Come on, you can do it!", "Goood Job!", "Hurry up!", "Let's hurry"...I began to wonder if I really sounded like that. Is it possible for a 3 yr. old to exact revenge upon an overly zealous pep-talking mother? Nevertheless, I finished my first roll and called Matt to haul it away to the barn, pretending to pout at his teasing comment about how he remembers it being rolled tighter. As I bent to roll the second, a grubby pair of pudgy little hands appeared beside mine and Malachi began pushing and grunting, so proud to be helping. "What a sweetheart!", I think. "DaDi!", laughs Ce, "you helping Momma? Good boy!", and I smile, thinking how very blessed I am...very blessed indeed.
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