Sunday, April 16th, 2017

Easter eggs, 2017

Monday, April 10th, 2017

Love.

Love.

 

 

 

Love!

 

 

 

Love.

Baby goat, New Village Farm.

 

Sunday, April 9th, 2017

This is Chloe.

It is not a very good photo of Chloe, because I was being shy about taking a photo of her.

It is not a bad photo, not in particular, but it does not capture her as we see her.

We love Chloe.

 

 

 

This is Akiva. I am not shy about taking photos of him.

He is not shy about hugging trees.

Do you see the look in his eye? He is looking at Chloe.

 

 

 

This is Iris. I am not shy about taking photos of her. 

She is also not shy about hugging trees.

 

 

 

Someday, before we move, I must get some lovely photos of Chloe.

I will have to be not so shy of asking.

Saturday, April 8th, 2017

I make more & more dolls.

I love making dolls. I especially love making dolls for people who I get to meet.

Those are the most special dolls.

This doll is for an autistic boy who lives less than a mile from our house.

 

Iris likes to give each doll I make a squeeze and play with it for just a bit before it goes home.

If I am still making dolls far into the future, I will miss this part.

I will miss this part so much.

 

Thursday, April 6th, 2017

Top secret schematic diagrams

Martin brings home large pieces of scrap paper from work. The paper comes in handy for all kinds of fun stuff. We use it on the floor for drawing, painting, gluing, play-doughing and generally getting messy. I’m not supposed to tell you this, because on the not-blank side there’s some moderately-incomprehensible top-secret pictures of things. We don’t spend much time looking at that side, tho. The blank side is much more interesting.

 

Tuesday, April 4th, 2017

Puddles in the yard

Quickly melting snow leaves large puddles in the lawn.

 

 

 

The children fill up cups,

 

 

 

carry them to the wheelbarrow,

 

 

 

then pour them in.

 

Monday, April 3rd, 2017

Wagon!

I saw the wagon at a garage sale, put the kids in, and said, “How much for the wagon?”

“Ten dollars,” said the woman.

 

 

 

As I paid, I heard another woman say to someone, “Are you done, then?”

I looked over. There was an old man standing next to her.

 

 

 

 

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking about the wagon.”

 

 

 

 

I could feel him watching as I pulled the kids out the garage, down the drive to the car.

 

 

 

 

I wish I’d bought some other things there, but I mostly only bought the wagon.

It was a good choice.

 

 

 

I still wonder what the old man was thinking as he looked at the wagon.