Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Jack: You know dear, you're averaging four Beautiful Things a day.
Overachiever.
- As I bend over her bed to sing her lullaby, Maggie reaches up with her soft little arms, pulls me close to her, and puts me in a headlock.
- Deck. Sun. Bush. Cicadas. Book. Sorted.
- Turns out we do have mint, cowering under the parsley that's gone leggily to seed. Some sunshine and water should sort it out.
- As I deadhead the roses, I do a quick inventory of the garden and decide what will stay and what will go. It's in excellent shape, and as the roses fade, big yellow dahlias are coming out in the back garden. I don't think I'll change much, but am planning to pull the geraniums and scraggly lilies out of the circular brick planter out front and replace them with a kitchen garden.
- Watching the kids enjoying the splendid rope and steel contrivances in the new playground around the corner. Am astonished by Maggie's ambition and agility as she climbs to the top of the equipment and then hangs by her hands, little feet dangling over my head, calling imperiously for assistance.
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