I can't believe it is the end of April already. (I haven't even changed my chalkboard from Easter!) I don't know what I've been doing with myself. Not much of anything. I do a lot of wandering, I know that. Wandering to the narcissus to pick those lovelies. Wandering around the flower circle to see what is coming out of hiding. Other than that, I am not so sure. I know I've been busy. I DO things. I just don't remember what those things are after they are done, I suppose.
We had strawberries the other night. A huge container of beautiful berries, calling my name. Oh my- were they so so soooooooooo good. And so pretty on the plates. Like rubies. This is what abstinence does- even grocery store strawberries out of season can taste like the best strawberries ever eaten. Another night we had roasted squash and brussel sprouts. We still have quite a bit of squash in the cellar and I need to use them up quick. I think brussel sprouts may be one of my most favorite vegetables...and my children love them too. We splash a bit of vinegar on them when they are boiled but roasted, they only need a fork. (And sometimes, not that.)
Now that the biggles are more...big... I haven't had to bake cookies in a long time. They do it for me. How's that for handy? In fact, I am thinking I should put each of them in charge of one night of dinner a week and give myself a break for a change! Wouldn't that be something? Two blissful nights of not cooking? Each week? I don't know if it will happen but...I'm certainly considering it.
Maybe we should start...tonight?