Don't think musical gaiety on the stage, think Enya in the mists. Today s the exact kind of beautiful, steady rainfall that nourishes gardens and stimulates my mind. What a beautiful day. It reminds me a bit of home, because it is both raining and warm. I want to paint, to bead, to read with my children.
When we were in SC that's what we would do every rainy day: curl up in the master bedroom and read book after book. It was a daily summer activity. We truly did follow the rhythm of the natural world in some ways, even then.
Yesterday I went digging through the archives on a parenting board I used to frequent, and found some cute vignettes I put on my own blog. So even though they're not at the top here, I blogged a lot yesterday. They are here:
First Time Mama
N's Johnny Song
When Your Baby Was Born
Sparkling Pee Fountains