Normally March is our muddy month, with tractors occasionally sinking up to their hubs so neighbors have to take turns pulling each other out, and the back roads slippery and almost impassable in places. Last year we had all kinds of pretty major flooding and mudslides. This spring has been unusually dry, so when we finally got some rain we were actually happy about it! By the next day already, all the pastures were a deeper shade of green.
It has been so nice to have some days mild enough that Davy can play outside again. He is a little confused, however, and keeps asking if Dustin wants to go build a snowman with him. He can’t understand why there’s suddenly NO snow outside.
Soon those lilac bushes will have leaves and hopefully blooms!
I don’t exactly overflow with warm affection for our neighbor’s noisy sheep, but they are handy for giving Davy something to watch from the dining room window as he eats his lunch.
I particularly rejoice each year when the meadowlarks come back. They have the cheeriest song, and every time I hear one it makes me smile. There are few things more calming than sitting on a sunny summer hill so far from traffic you can hear the blood rushing in your ears, listening to the warble of ten different meadowlarks near and far. Those summer days are coming back!
I also love being able to start hanging laundry outside again.
Both children woke up sick without warning on Wednesday (the first time for Betsy to get a cold, which I’m thankful for), so things have been a bit rough here in the Little House. Beatrix Potter movies were my friends for a few days.
This weekend we got a chilly rain and the mountains got snow, but I know the warm weather and good health will come back, and there is still new spring green to enjoy when I glance out the window.
God is good.
All the time.
The Jolly Jumble 