Outside my window…it is beautiful. Spring is in the air. It may be cloudy outside today, but sunny days are soon to come.
I am remembering…those chubby little arms and cheeks, that chipped front tooth, those golden curls and I am wondering why it all passes by so quickly.
I am thankful for…remembering I grew edible flowers for a reason. It makes me happy to look down at my food and be greeted with the cheeriness of spring.
I am watching…for snakes everywhere I step. Last year I had a run-in with a rattlesnake while we were at Big Bend and I swore I never wanted to repeat that. Yet I have…I almost stepped on one again. We went out to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge last week to see if we could spot some Whooping Cranes. No luck with cranes. Plenty of alligators (too close for comfort), a rattlesnake and a couple of tick bites later and I’m not sure spotting a crane would have been worth it. Oh who am I kidding? It totally would have been worth it.

I naively thought that this little guy that we saw from the “Alligator Viewing” bridge was the only one in the park. Far from it. He’s got plenty of friends out there.

Here are two of the five we saw on our hike along Heron Flats Trail. It was a good day for reptiles to sun themselves apparently.

My lethal friend…he and I are both glad I didn’t take one step to the right. And I really never want to see a snake hissing at me in such close range again. Ever.

He clearly wasn’t a fan of me either…or the crowd I attracted with my proclamation of “ooh! ooh! ooh!” He hightailed it into the bushes.
I am wondering…why I can’t seem to remember that not everyone asks for my help. Not everything is my problem. I need to repeat that many, many times (and hope it sticks).
I am hoping…to get started on my new herbal course soon. It’s sitting there taunting me with its sheer volume.
I am pondering…the question Mary Oliver asked in her poem The Summer Day (“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?“) and soaking up the interesting thoughts from this author of Everyone forgets about Mary Oliver’s Grasshopper.
I am laughing…because I’m not sure Choo-Chi realized what he was in for when he jumped up on that trampoline.
I am planting…seeds from Strictly Medicinal again. This time we’re attempting their Hoedown Seed Collection. Hoping I remember to water them.
I am reflecting…on some of Mary Oliver’s poetry. It’s been a long time since I’ve read poetry and connected with it. It’s been an even longer time since I’ve read poetry and felt inspired to write some of my own. Her work is so beautiful…it’s like she knows what’s in my heart.
In the schoolroom…we just entered our third and final term of the year. I’ve completed a consultation with the ladies at A Delectable Education and have already begun browsing used book shelves in search of next year’s books. It has been a beautiful and fruitful year. Next year will be bursting with even more goodness…Katie will officially join us in our studies.
Around the house…I “Marie Kondo”ed the baby clothes…all that beautiful empty space. I’ve now managed to fill it with books that we aren’t currently using. The emptiness was lovely while it lasted.
I am wearing…black pants and this flowy sheer top that has a lime green camisole sewn into it. Very much not my style but sometimes random hand-me-downs are a surprisingly good excuse to stretch my boundaries.
We are preparing for…spring. Glorious warm days. Sunny days. Blooming flowers, sprouting weeds, chirping birds. And mosquitoes…oh how I dread the mosquitoes.
Someday I am going to miss…bike riding with these little people.
I am reading…The Road Back to You, still trying to figure out which enneagram number I am, a little afraid that I fit so many profiles that I’m clearly a new, undiscovered number.
One of my favorite things…camping, camping, camping. If it were up to me, I’d camp my entire life. I’d need some kind of laundry solution because not doing laundry is my usual camping laundry plan (and running out of underwear is usually the reason I go home) and I think I’d need to consider training my kids to be chiropractors because I think eventually that air mattress would do my back in, but other than that, I’d happily spend my life driving and camping.
A peek into my day…(leaving my phone unattended is never a good idea)
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You write so well…you should try your hand at poetry. I would read it.
And you aren’t the only person with nature related ptsd. I went outside to pick some cilantro from the garden to add to the vegetable soup I’m making and it’s bolting. The little white flowers of the cilantro look too similar to the hemlock flower we found last week and I can’t bring myself to eat the cilantro now! So sad…I’m going to have to get over this.
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Bwhahaha, we are going to have to get a support group going for our nature PTSD. I wish I was kidding…I’m going to need someone to hold my hand next time I go hiking 😉
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Oh, the memories you brought back with that first picture. I miss her but she is growing into a sweet little girl now too. No more hikes with alligators please. I believe they can crawl at 35mph. Love you all!
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