

Days (or is it weeks yet?) of wet and hot.
Like Summer's of my childhood.
The heaviness of storms amidst the rain in the middle of the day.
Garden's bursting in a greenness long missed.
Just a little bit of *cabin fever*.
...Homemade Rainbows...
and immerse myself in the filling of our days.
The filling of our days that consists of....
watching the girl while the little one sleeps, set up with all manner of crafty supplies, make things of beauty.
(The angels are for our tree and the chicken is Daddy's Christmas gift. After all what Daddy with 7 live girls in the backyard doesn't need a lovingly made cardboard one...with eggs?)
The filling of our days that consists of...
early morning forays and discoveries in the garden...