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in gratitude

in gratitude (1)…for little hands.

…for play.

in gratitude (2)…for a full refrigerator of good healthy food.

…for this delicious chicken dish that was a part of our Sunday meal.

in gratitude (3)…for being on the brink of seasons and saying goodbye to coats and muck boots.

…for random outings that lead us in a circle.

in gratitude (4)…for our meals  together.

…for a sense of community.

in gratitude (5)…for breathing room.

…for my ability to trust and to see what is so much greater then me.

ramp picking and rambling

Last night left me with a full heart. It was such a good day yesterday and I went to bed late and exhausted, but fulfilled.

ramp picking (1)ramp picking (2)ramp picking (3)ramp picking (4)ramp picking (5)First, there was a trip to the park with a few home school friends. An old fashioned merry-go-round, a game of tag, exploring, a touch of geocache treasure trading, and cray fish catching. At first I just wanted to be home cleaning an organizing, but the beautiful warm weather told me otherwise, as well as my children. They always usually know best.

ramp picking (6)ramp picking (7)ramp picking (8)ramp picking (9)ramp picking (10)On our return home, I found myself alone inside. I love when that happens. There comes the stark contrast after a long winter of everyone jam packed into the house all day long every day. A blanket of silence comforts me when the kids just hang out side in the nice weather. Ahhh, breathing room and things stay cleaned up for more then a minute or two.

ramp picking (11)ramp picking (12)ramp picking (13)ramp picking (14)ramp picking (15)Last weekend we went into the woods; all of us …to go ramp collecting …for dinner. While we were foraging, Bella declared that collecting ramps was the type of thing that requires patience. And she’s totally right. When all is said and done, and they are gently pried from the place where they were nestled; the place where they have grown and flourished, and are gently carried back home, where all the dirt and grime gets washed away; after all that deep dark work is done and you can finally see what it is you worked so hard for …that’s when it all pays off …the patience.

ramp picking (16)ramp picking (17)ramp picking (18)ramp picking (19)ramp picking (20)Last night my little kids went to bed and the big kids and I sat up talking. We talked about our dreams, both the weird and the interesting. I watched how their faces moved when they talked and marveled at how wonderful they each are. I tried to just be there and listen, closely, to each of them and what they had to share. We laughed together and just enjoyed each others company. It was nice.

After everyone went their own separate ways I stayed up and worked for hours. I uploaded, edited, and organized. I wrote up new contracts. I responded to emails. I updated my calendar with dates that are filling up. This is my life. It’s the type of thing that requires patience. It’s paying off though. All of it. I can see it. And it fills my heart full.