I'm slowly waking up from a long winter's nap. An unintended break, but when I don't feel like writing, I take it as a sign to back away and take a breath.
We've been relishing spring, even to the point of taking off school for a couple months to enjoy the best season in our region.
Our days are filled with planting flowers and the garden, playing chess, reading books, always, and hours upon hours spent on the porch. Addie wheels furiously up and down the long drive on her bicycle, and the boys hunt for grubs for the chickens. We eat dinner on the deck, take naps in the hammock, play on the tire swing.