clay pots and primroses

                                                     the painting.  no clay was left colorless.

                                                               deciding the next step.

camille experimented and created many bright spring colors.

                                                        the planting of the primroses.

                                                                 ta da!

                           final ta da...well, we need one more plant for the top.  final today ta da!

yes, i made these

                                        whole wheat crescent rolls with chicken inside

i discovered it is not the cooking that i dislike, it is the lack of a dishwasher other than my hands.  actually, it is not even the washing (who doesn't like warm, sudsy water?) it is the nightly hours spent doing it.   

peace came with every knead of the warm dough my hands formed into crescents. 

i am in your sway

feeling grateful for my husband who:

doesn't care that he drives a teenage car that is 18 years old

makes homemade pancakes every sunday and does the dishes

lullabyes the kids to sleep with his guitar

gives his all teaching and then teaches more (guitar) after school so i can be at home with the kiddos

has a broken (three times) left wrist that i can connect my thumb and index finger around to form a circle

reads his scriptures every morning

keeps digging holes so i can plant trees

loves the kids he teaches at school
flourishes when every major and simple thing he attempts is never easy
tastes the salt from my eyes and stays silent

doesn't try to fix what is wrong

is okay with me being mental...it's not going anywhere

thank you