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3.11.17

When it Snows


Thro' driftin' snaw, an' blashie sleet, 

Puir bodies wade, an' grue, an' grane; 

Then comes the white-pow'd warlock frost, 

An' a' he touches turns to stane.

~Janet Hamilton, Poems of Purpose


The Boy noted a few days ago that the sunlight was coming through his window, and that it was "actually"  beautiful. 
I had a What Are you Even Talking About? moment before I picked up Wild Rose and sauntered to his room.

He was right!
There was a stream of light filling one corner of his room. 
It looked as if it was sprinkling gold dust in just that corner.
It was so lovely; it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust.
I was lucky to get a glimpse of that particularly beautiful sunset...on that day...at that moment.

As I stood there wish I had grabbed my camera. 

I figured it would be a long time before I would get to see the sky soften and fold into the evening like that again. 

On the other hand, sometimes it's about sitting or standing in that moment, 
and letting it speak to you.
And that's what I did...me, The Boy, and Ms. Wild Rose.
Yesterday we had snow.
I drove to pick up The Boy from the school bus ugh.
I cursed under my breath a few times.
I hate driving in the snow.

When I got home, the kids didn't even want dinner; they wanted to play outside.
I killed two birds with one stone, by allowing them to "play" while I shovelled the snow.
They were quite helpful, which was a bonus, because Ms. Wild Rose was sleeping inside,
which meant I couldn't stay long outside.

I have zero plans for the weekend, and I like it that way.
I am beat.
I already bought groceries, and cleaned a bit (although it never looks that way).
I plan to tackle a bit of this and that (nothing significant), and just relax with my babies...all of them :)
I hope you have a great weekend...whatever you do.

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