in love with her dirty little feet.. the way they’ve changed from sweet baby feet into stinky toddler toes. the way her toes curl around your nose, and her nose scrunches up- sniffling for you to smell, giggling wildly.
in this sweet spring ‘heat’.. her curls are dripping, soaking wet with sweat.. she runs around without clothes on. the poor dear, it’s only just 60 degrees..
she is definitely an irish babe. i can only imagine what this summer will be like, in the heat of oklahoma and our sweet venture to the desert of arizona.
the windows open, and dough rising in the sun
planting garlic bulbs that had already sprouted
hoping i can get this sweet potato to sprout some roots.. waiting. waiting. eagerly checking
the sound of lawns being mowed and scent of grass filling the air
buzzing bumblebees lazily dance in and out of the open window
a pencil lost, but always found tucked behind my ear or in my hair..
treasures collected, reminders of these sweet memories
sweet lazy dripping honey days.
