My Easter Daybook
For Today...
Outside my window...
Rain has come into the region and the landscape look full of hope with its light green tint. Daffodils and forsythia have given us some yellow color to contrast the brown death look of winter. The trees are looking a little fuller as they begin to promise the birth of leaves soon. As I look out I see all my chickens happily scratching. I soon won't have them in every nook and cranny of the yard as they are going to be fenced in. It is a mixed blessing. On the one hand I love looking at them from the window, on the other hand they are into everything and leave calling cards on the driveway.
Living our Faith...
This week is the final countdown for a First Communion coming this weekend. Last week was a frenzy of preparations. . .the kind that get mother frazzled. This week will be better. The paperwork is in, he has met with father. I hope to just marvel and contemplate the miracle with him all week. And there is one button that needs to go his suit. . .
From the learning rooms...
We are on spring break. After spring break there are about 6 weeks left of school. It will be a time of polishing up what we tried to do all year. My oldest has some Seton to wrap up. He wanted to try four Seton courses this year. It was a great learning experience, but we won't do it again next year. He wants to try it again in the future, though.
From the Garden...
I need to replant my carrots. It never fails that every year I spend time and energy meticulously planting each teeny tiny carrot seed spaced perfectly to avoid that tedious thinning of carrots seedlings, something comes and digs in the bed. In the past it was kids or a dog. This year I forgot to put chicken wire across the top and those chickens jumped right up into my whiskey barrel and churned it all up. It was nice seed I bought from Johnnies, too. Darn. So, I'm going to the grocery store and buying basic carrot seed and starting over. I wonder today if its too wet. I hope not. But I'll resist doing it if the soil id too wet to work.
Nature Notes... Don't you just love the spring calls of songbirds? I do. We have been listening to the various Robin calls on Journey North Website and learning what they mean. Now we feel fluent in "robinese."
The Canada Goose ganders are standing tall as sentinels on the neighboring pond banks. No females are in sight. They must be sitting. I can't wait for fuzzy goslings to observe from our car windows as we drive by the pond in our neighborhood.
From the kitchen... As I write here I have had two children thus far stumble out of bed and aske me where their Easter baskets are. I suspect they are eating candy for breakfast. . .and I don't even care! Later when their tummies hurt they will eat hard-boiled eggs and more hard-boiled eggs. We colored our own eggs this year for the first time. What a thrill! Our speckled sussex (chickens) give us very light colored eggs and we have some others that are light as well and they took the dyes very well.
I am wearing...Pajamas
I am reading... A couple books from Messies Anonymous. I find Sandra Felton, the founder of Messies Anonymous, to be charming and insprirational. She gives lovely advice sprinkled with the right amount of Christian wisdom and anecdotes. I am benefitting from her books. Also, it has made me feel better because I have come such a long way from the "messies" she describes. I can say to myself, "Oh, I never do that! Oh, I'm not that bad!" and I get a little self esteem boost (lol).
I am hoping... its not too muddy for kids to run off sugar. I'm also hoping I can get my houe looking a little nicer when company comes this weekend for the First Communion.
I am creating... chore plans using Messie Anonymous' "Flipper" method. . for the whole family.
Around the house...
Spring cleaning one room at a time. I started last week and I will continue where I left off.
One of my favorite things... Easter! Hope! A new self.
A few plans for the rest of the week...
Spring Break. . .mom needs it just as much as the kids do.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...
I framed a picture of St. John Bosco and hung it in a prominant place. I want to frequently ask him for his intercession in raising my children, particularly the boys. I also am inspired by his difficulty in establishing his schools and such. He helps me get through each difficult homeschooling day. There were times in his life that he was in bed with exhaustion and frustration. . .and he's a saint. There's hope. Keep pluggng away. We can do this.
