Remember when I used to blog 5 days a week? An unannounced 10-day silence was enough to get several emails from long-time blog readers, including one who thought perhaps I was in the middle of a crisis and wanted to check on me. That made me chuckle a bit but I really do appreciate how many of you are here reading my ramblings. This place is so special to me to record day-to-day happenings, process big feelings, share our stories and testimonies of what God is doing, and spread plenty of randomness, too. I’ve been in a little rut lately and haven’t been feeling inspired to write. If you’re reading this – thank you. Thank you for caring about me and my little family.
Since I don’t know where to start, here are some photos from the past 10 days…
I mixed up another batch of homemade bubble solution
Ali discovered my collection of costume jewelry and has been making this a regular occurance
In our house, if you spit cracker crumbs all over the place, you get a lesson on using the vacuum
Is it swimming season yet?
Date night with my handsome husband
…up here, overlooking Music City and mingling with people from his music publishing company
The chicken coop is mostly finished. I’ll do a full tour when I add the final touches.
Lucy loves to watch chickenTV (Speaking of which… this is a real thing! Someone posted a live stream of their chicken coop and you can watch it online here at thecoop.tv. People are so fun.)
Scramble is still alive and kicking…flapping, stumbling…it’s bad. We really don’t know what to do with her.
“I wearing Mommy’s big boots!”
We had a flock of blue birds living in this house until recently when it fell out of a tree. (I think it was vacated before it fell.) It’s now cleaned out, relocated and waiting for it’s next tenants.
It’s officially Spring in Nashville with the putrid but beautiful Bradford Pears in full bloom
I’m so excited to see this post; welcome back. I’ve been lurking in the background for a couple of years while I got my life together, but I’m back.
Glad you’re back! I miss your daily musings.
that’s the truth about bradford pears!