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March 27th, 2008 Ice-glazed snow crunches underfoot. Until it gives way. Then boots plunge into the icy water below. Water teeming with green. With life and movement. With the promise of spring. Fresh air fills lungs as we gasp for breath — we want more. New air. New life. A new springtime of hope. Moss. Sticks. Water. Earth. This might be spring. Bring us more. March 27th, 2008 Confirmed: These children have turned my brains to mush. Big Boy: I don’t think Raphael should be outside right now — we’re shooting my BB gun. Me: Wha? I didn’t know he went outside! Big Boy: Really? Then who buttoned up his coat for him? Me: I did. March 27th, 2008 Elizabeth wrote a bit about the rhythms of housework and has inspired me to share some thoughts on something that came up in last week’s Coffee Talk. Some of you asked “How on earth do you handle all the housework?” while others of you hoped I would be so kind as to post pictures of the inside of my messy house. Well, I was crazy enough to do that once March 27th, 2008 If you want a copy of My Cup of Tea: Musings Of A Catholic Mom do not give in to temptation and purchase it from one of the independent sellers on Amazon who are asking $75+ for a used copy. Get a new copy from Amazon or directly from Pauline for a mere $15.95 — bargain! March 26th, 2008 Small pools in the snow give us a glimpse of the springtime beneath. And then … DIRT! We have DIRT! Rex (in the doorway) pronounces this a crow-worthy occasion. |
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