The weather has been crazy, and so have I. And so has Jane. With a new teething phase setting in, it's been a difficult week, and we've gradually broken all of our parenting guidelines. There's been a LOT of TV, not a lot of eating while seated, a lot of whining, and a lot of lazy messes. Brought on by a lot of clinging, crying, fit throwing, fist gnawing, restless sleeping, overwhelmed moments. I've been carried through by some special moments. It's been a long time since I've felt that pure blissful feeling, but recently, it's been coming back to me. Perhaps because of my new venture... Here are some images of captured bliss.
Tea in the morning AND in the afternoon. With ginger almond cream scones and raw whole milk from Sugar the cow at Cozy Valley Creamery, just up the road. Speaking of milk from up the road, I have a lot to say about food right now, and not a lot of time to do my stuff before baby wakes up. So, catch me later.
Last year when I was home with Jane and spent the whole day outside an offfice--hey wow, there's a bald eagle! I love our house. Anyway, I was home all day and acutely aware of each day's progress in the season. I remember crying one morning because it was too cold to take the baby out for more than a few minutes. SHUDDER. That Boston wind. Finally, I heard that familiar sound that meant spring really would come. Oh, it was sweet to me. And though it was familiar, I was surprised to realize that I didn't know which bird it was. It was the Robin, of course. It makes this particular song only at dawn and dusk, as far as I can tell. There are those things in the natural world, and even the not so natural world, that are just special. Unique to each person, I mean. For instance, I love the smell of summer rain on hot pavement. It's a summers-spent-in-Dallas thing. And I love George Winston's album December. They played it at my preschool and when I hear it, I have instant peace. There are just some things like that, carrying with them their little blessings.
And now when I see the robins hopping in the yard or hear them singing, I feel like they're there to encourage me. Yes, I definitely chose the right name after all.