But that is the sad fact.
While I am not putting any meaningful words down on paper or doing any blogworthy activities, I am still often snatching photos throughout my days (though noticably less stellar than in times past) and they are piling up for 'one day when I again have time to blog'. I make dinner. I recite presidents and quiz country locations. I try to stay awake as children take forever to read words like company and fellow. I have realized anew how much laundry a baby makes. (Wow. I had forgotten!) I change newborn clothes for bigger baby clothes (too soon!) and admire pages and pages and pages of freshly made art in speed rotation.
This is a rowdy, hectic, cluttery, overwhelming life. And lest you think I am complaining, I mean that in the best possible way. Rowdy with fun. Hectic with little people who keep you on your toes. Overwhelmed by the goodness of living it. Maybe I don't love the clutter- but it only shows the abundance which we enjoy.
My days are full. My hands are full. My heart is full.
I have been toying with the idea of blogging every single day in the month of May to make this blog a bit more reflective of my actual life~the beautiful busy~ but I don't know if I have it in me yet. Would it be more pressure than pleasant? I don't want more pressure in my life. I know that I much prefer for my blog a few select photos more often than big photo dumps every few weeks.
My worry is that I hate to be chained to something and I hate failing at things (given my track record of blogging, this is a real probability) but at the very same time I could really see it being fun. And even a bit therapeutic. How about this week be a test run? Can I blog every single day this week and actually enjoy it? Let's see....
For today~ a photo dump to help get us up to speed...
|The gardens are in desperate need of some spring cleaning/maintence. |
This fellow is a sure sign that I am behind the times.
|The girl is not hard up for snuggles, that's for sure.|
|Love winter gnome babies.|
|Like a little puppy dog~ when the wind blows she laps it up.|
|March 9th it was 78 degrees out. We ate supper out on the porch on our new picnic table (a handmade Christmas gift!) and I took a photo in disbelief. A month later, on April 10th, we had a snowstorm. Strange year.|
|my Opa flowers|
|...and the girl behind them.|
|A Papa pile|