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Mother’s Day

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Boy two and the girls have a little advantage at Mother’s Day. They’re all still young enough that if teachers don’t organize crafts, they at least talk about it. Girl Two asked me every day for a week how much longer it was until the Mother’s Day Tea at their school. Boy Two started picking me flowers outside days in advance and Girl One was adamant about helping with the dishes when she didn’t have to. Throughout the week, notes of love and small gifts arrived. Dandelions and violets were picked and tied together in chains for a necklace and bracelet set, a painted flower pot, and a hot pad with hand print, a poem and a recipe, and many hugs came.

The quote of the day though goes to Boy One. He has no idea that he made me laugh. He might be a happy person, but he is not a purposely funny guy. He is the kind of person who analyzes the details of life for fun. On the way home from church, Boy one offered the following wisdom from the passenger’s seat:

“You know, Mom . . . it’s really too bad about Mother’s Day. I mean, it completely snuck up on me. I totally didn’t see it coming. And like, because I feel bad, the result is going to be that I’m going to like really focus hard now and make sure I don’t let it happen twice. I mean, I’m going to end up doing something extra nice for Father’s Day because of it. You know?”

It was ten in the morning. The day was yet young for ways to love mother, but I was having a low maintenance day.

“It’s ok, son.  We had a nice time working together outside yesterday. I count that as a great Mother’s Day present.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Ok.”

Presumably, the relieved silence as he looked out the window as filled with thoughts of what to do for Father’s day. :)

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On other fronts, the farm is spilling over with things to be done. To at least get a finger in the dam, I’m going to take a few days off from the blog. Expect me back on Thursday with a little sun, some tired muscles, and (one can only hope) a fresh head. By that time the broken camera situation will be addressed and you can see new lambs. Three were born Saturday morning. We’re expecting more soon. :)

Holidays and THANK YOU!

Happy times, retro ski clothes and all.

Happy times.

I am taking time off from the blog to do things like watch musicals, play games, visit family, and skate on the pond. Three items of business follow. If you only read one, read #3!!!!

1. Blogs will be intermittent (and written only if something really compelling occurs) until after the New Year.

2. If you want a quick e-mail to let you know about the occasional post between now and when regular life resumes, now is a great time to sign up for County Road 21 updates by clicking here . The system is very old school for the techno world. If you sign up, here is what to expect . . .

I send out an e-mail with a link to the blog anytime there is a new post. Normally, this means one e-mail a day, five days a week. The e-mail is from countyroad21@gmail.com and is sent manually using blind copies in a group e-mail. I do it this way because I could figure out how to do it and because I don’t personally like to sign up for things where I get notification every time someone comments, or even puts a smiley face.

3.  IMPORTANT.  VERY IMPORTANT.  PLEASE READ.

I want to say thank you, to you, my readers. You have been such a gift to me. It is a privilege to have a place to write, and the fact that you show up and share the space with me both humbles and blesses me a great deal. Blog readership is growing, and that can only be thanks to you as well. Thank you sincerely to each of you for your support. For those who like to just read and not comment (a lot of my male readers fall into this category :) ) THANK YOU. For those who respond with comments, either privately by e-mail/facebook or on the blog, THANK YOU. For those of you who have read something you liked and passed it on to a friend or two, THANK YOU!

I pray for all of you often to have joy and love and all manner of good things caught up in your feet every time you try to take a step.  A very Merry Christmas to you and those you love.

With many thanks,

Michelle