It’s been a rainy couple of weeks. I had to dust off my rain boots and the kids both got new umbrellas. On Friday afternoon, the rain started pouring just as the kids stepped off the bus. My daughter cried all the way up the driveway because she had a paper in her hand that was getting wet.
“It’s ruined,” she wailed. It wasn’t but she’s 5, so everything is a tragedy until it isn’t.
One fun part of all this rain, though, is the appearance of a million worms on our driveway in the mornings. We tip-toe toward the bus stop, hoping to avoid squishing any of the little (and not so little) guys. This morning we found a slug and I introduced my daughter to the concept of “sluggishness.” She walked slowly across the driveway saying, “look mom, I’m sluggish.”
Our house is surrounded by alfalfa (we live on an alfalfa farm) and everything is vivid green. Our allergies are going crazy, but, having been raised in the deserts of New Mexico, even our red, itchy eyes can’t take way from the beauty around us - all the lushness and life.
So what if the roof is leaking a bit or there is mud all over the place? Who cares if I have to change clothes more often because what I was wearing got soaked while waiting for the bus? I still love rainy days!
I'm generally pulled in a million different directions and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Here's a glimpse of my life - hope you enjoy it! And if there's a big lapse between posts, well, that's the way life goes in Amy's world.