Sometime near the middle of last week I panicked. Not because something was wrong, but rather because it was quiet. As the parent of any small child knows, when it is too quiet, things are just not right.
I often feel stifled when the season change. Most notably from summer to Fall. When the dread of having everyone locked in the house for days on end seems overwhelming. Neverending rain. When the whining, fighting, and overall annoyance of certain things seem like they may consume my small children.
But then the seasons change, and I find I am alone in the kitchen happily cooking away and then wait. Where are the kids? What are they doing? Why are they so quiet? Oh, yes, the weather has changed! Independence reigns supreme.
King spent several days digging a hole. He made a pretty serious hole. He forgot about everything else and just dug every free moment he had. He then made all the dirt into a volcano. Then we leveled it all out and planted some peas. Oh Spring!
The boys are busy planning and dreaming of all the adventures they will have this Spring and summer. Trying hard to lure birds and bats to our yard. Stretching their imaginations as far as they can go. Spring is so good for that - the possibilities are endless.