Matt has been home from work this week~ this glorious week!~ in order to get a much needed reprieve from an overloaded work schedule and in order to get some much needed Hopestead tasks done, one of which is the pasture fence.
Which means the man has worked me harder than a workhorse in Amish country this week! And I am tired! And my shoulders ache! And I have picked up more heavy, cumbersome locust fence posts than I care to recall. I was thankful today when Matt's dad showed up to help him put up the wire...it gave me a day off to rest my weary bones. Just a bit more work tomorrow (including Matt building two gates) and the job will be done and the animals will be able to get all the water they need from the creek and not from our arms hauling buckets. Glory be!
I am extremely thankful for my little dearies who, being neglected by a working Mama and Papa, jump on the trampoline or make minivan tents or play in the 'clay cauldron' all day~ occupying themselves and checking in on us and the progress every now and again. They've all been so wonderful. Such wonderfully, wonderfully sweet children I have.
I push-mowed the flower circle (the only mowing I do) and I lingered longer than usual... I admired the mower lines and sniffing that delicious smell of fresh cut grass. I've been picking violets and doing plenty of laundry and avoiding the garden weeds like the plague. I've been checking on the lilacs daily and looking out at the sea of lions in the yard makes me seriously consider having another go at dandelion wine after my first attempt tasted less than stellar. We've been eating dinner outdoors every night and opening the windows wide every morning, falling asleep to peepers and waking to birds and sunshine. I've been admiring the cherry tree leaves that popped this week and the long, elegant asparagus that I can't cut. And oh yes- I've been admiring Matt's chin too. He surprised me the other day with 'the shave' I have been anxiously awaiting and boy, was it worth it. That chin of his makes my heart go pitter-pat.
Is there ever a month lovelier than May? Is there anything better than being together?