It's true, she really is a dream baby. And strong, by Diana--I'm so proud of another strong little woman--picks her head and neck up like a 3-month old and takes everything in like a sage old medicine woman. She's going to make a great gardener and naturalist-baby and dirt-eater and sun-lover.
I've been back in the garden. It's intoxicating when the weeds don't choke my enthusiasm.
Pictures soon, of the gaudy forsythia, and Beatrix, and her sisters, and Martin's dumptruck loads of mulch and sand. Projects abound. He's got three more weeks of school and then we'll all be in the garden, all day, for endless days. The Russian Sage is returning, the tulips bloom, and the deer fence is up. Meals arrive with happy regularity at our doorstep (Cheers to the Mennonites!!!) And gardening is so much easier without a baby inside.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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