Aprilness

Every so often, I have found that it's good to spend a bit on things you don't *need* but that you know will kindle a little extra joy every time you use them! Tonight I'm super excited over these inexpensive sunshines that I picked up at the CT Sheep &Wool Festival this afternoon - 4oz of this grey wool, a drop spindle, and a broomcorn dish/vegetable brush! :D Many exciting planssssss!

In the meantime, my seedlings are coming up beautifully - pictures soon to follow! Ahhhhh the joys of Aprilness!!!

April Showers (of Blessings)

On Thursday, another little foster boy joined our family. Since then, things have been hectic and a bit stressful, but he's sweet as can be and we're joyful that he's in our lives.

And another happy thing to note - it was finally warm enough for a park day, even if we did need to bundle up a bit! The wind off the river was a bit chilly but we didn't mind. Also the first crocuses are in bloom!

"Is it spring?!"

Yes, little man, I think it's finally spring. <3

What To Do With Impossible

"My parents named me Sarah, which is a biblical name. In the original story God told Sarah she could do something impossible and she laughed, because the first Sarah, she didn't know what to do with impossible. 

And me? Well, neither do I, but I see the impossible every day. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you're speaking, they aren't just waiting for their turn to talk -- they hear you. They feel exactly what you feel at the same time that you feel it. It's what I strive for every time I open my mouth -- that impossible connection.
When I meet you, in that moment, I'm no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share your present. And you, you get to share mine. And that is the greatest present of all. 

So if you tell me I can do the impossible, I'll probably laugh at you. I don't know if I can change the world yet, because I don't know that much about it -- and I don't know that much about reincarnation either, but if you make me laugh hard enough, sometimes I forget what century I'm in. 

This isn't my first time here. This isn't my last time here. These aren't the last words I'll share. 

But just in case, I'm trying my hardest to get it right this time around."

{Sarah Kay} 

The Sugaring

The boy with the bucket,
my dad with the drill,
and I walked along.
The bucket was too heavy
so it joined the drill
until we found the right tree.
The tree is just as right as it had always been
but today it seemed righter,
like the discovery of Mt. Everest.
My dad raised the drill
and I stood waiting for the tunnel.
It comes. Like always.
The bark turns to raw salad.
Now the sweetness is already
dribbling down the front of the tree,
like the drooping green mustache the boy likes to wear.
The boy and the tree are alike, and they are
like discovering Mt. Everest.
Soon it will be summer, turning
dribble to dribbled.
We could tunnel again.
The tunnel would come, like it always does,
and it would still dribble,
but this time it bites like balsamic
and poisons the salad.