I took down the Easter tree today in my typical fashion of being last to register the passing of a season.
Something of note: the creosote bush bloomed with tiny pussywillows over the weekend!
Who said it doesn't pay to be delinquent? I might have never otherwise known!
There's a little treasure from Sophie inside this rabbit.
I've been meaning to show you and never got a chance thanks to the way my praying mantis keeps bumping every other newsworthy story around this place!
Every time I went to write about the contents, Sherlock would peer over casually and remark: Yes, but it's not as if she grew another leg, now is it??
Maybe so, but I'm still utterly captivated by it.
This is a picture of my sister's children. Five girls! Can you even begin to wrap your head around the idea? They are beyond lovely, beyond a delight. They are the smartest, sweetest little girls you could ever imagine. They live in Chicago so I don't get to see them often but when I do, they are both enchanting and deeply familiar at once. Like a breath of my dear sister. Like a breath of the happiest part of childhood.
And rounding out the miscellany, here is a picture my little brother texted me last Sunday. Just a casual announcement to let me know he was enjoying bacon wrapped scallops with insanely yummy roasted cauliflower and brussel sprouts.
How very thoughtful of him.
I don't know why my siblings have to live so far away. I'm at this stage in life where I wish we all lived on the same street. My dream street...with cousins running in and out of every house, climbing trees, hiding in cupboards, curled up in nooks. It sounds like a lovely thing.
And whenever I felt hungry, I could go over to Jonny's house...or visit pretty much any one of my brothers or sisters. They all know their way around the kitchen.
And they are all very dear to me.