Wow, I totally didn't mean to maintain radio silence for a whole week. Has it really been a week? Where on earth did that time go?
Well, we've been doing a lot of this. Spring is kicking and clawing its way forth, and it is finally warm(ish) enough to play outside. Until today our yard has still been covered with a light layer of crunchy, dirty snow, which was ok with Daughter. She llllllllloved it.
The poor child has been cooped up in our boring little house all winter, and has reached an age where if she is not occupied she becomes destructive. So we go outside a lot, where she cannot break anything. The detritus of our ice dams can be seen above. Yes, I moved the sharp piece of broken plastic right after this photo was taken. She didn't care about that, anyway. She just wanted to splash in the ooky puddle.
This is the best we can do so far. Itty bitty lilac buds (I think). Those of you who live in nice climates where it is already warm and things are blooming...count your blessings. It's still cold and rainy here, and will be for some time. Bleh.
I've been surveying the house and yard during my rock-and-stick-gathering sessions with Daughter. I swear, I feel like a prairie homesteader when I look at the damage and all the repairs that need to be made. Winter was not kind to our little dwelling this year. Repairs will begin soon, at considerable cost for young, single-income folks like us. And the grass! Oh, the grass. Where it's not just totally gone it's...it's...traumatized. There's hardly any green to be found out there. The blades are actually bleached out to a whitish shade and the whole mess just looks sad.
We also have lots of mole-holes to trip over.
Le sigh. There are so many things I want to make and do! I'm working feverishly, milking every naptime for all it's worth, just trying to create, create, create before we become shackled to the endless yardwork of spring/summer/fall. Sometimes I think I'd love to go back to renting. Homeownership is for the birds. Thpppppt.
But then Daughter gets out there and runs around our scrabbly yard, and I guess it's worth it in the end.