the north wind doth blow...

and we shall have snow,
and what will poor robin do then,
poor thing?
he'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm,
and hide his head under his wing,
poor thing.

seems the robins in the 16th century
had the same problem
the robins have in the 21st century.

spring oh spring
where forth are thou? 


  
 

my daughters listened

raising kids is challenging.
sometimes you're just not sure if 
they are listening.
sometimes you are
QUITE sure they are NOT
listening.

however in one area
mine have heard the word.

for several years i've said,
"don't give me flowers when i die.
i won't enjoy them much then.
i'd rather have them now,
so i can see and feel the love
they bring."

and for several years now
i've gotten flowers.
sometimes for a 
flower-giving-holiday.
sometimes just because.

here's the latest version
of "lesson learned." 
oldest daughter and favorite son-in-love
sent Easter flowers to us.

 

part of the message reads,
"...sending you much love
and many hugs
across the miles & mountains & plains &
rivers & forests & mooses...
love you a b & a p."

last month our teacher-daughter sent
beautiful flowers- purple iris and stargazer lilies.
the message was equally as sweet
"beautiful flowers for my beautiful momma."
:-)

brown-eyed-handsome-man and 
i did a few things right it seems.

love you girlies (and fav.s.i.l.)
more than my luggage.