I feel like we just had the first official, unofficial weekend of spring. I filled my kitchen windowsill with mint cuttings to celebrate. The kids rescued a bunch of frog eggs from a big puddle. Beatrix isn’t the least grossed out by their sliminess. I remember rescuing tadpoles as a child, but I don’t think I ever touched the slimy eggs. Right now they are sitting in buckets of pond water on the front porch. We’ve successfully made it to frog stage before, but I am thinking these just need to be moved to the tiny spring fed pond in the woods.
(not our cat, but a cute one.)
Losing an hour to daylight savings time is never fun. Despite having changed our clocks Sunday morning, we still didn’t manage to make it to Mass on time. The five p.m. service was so packed that we ended up outside on the sidewalk along with all the other late people, and those who undoubtedly missed the noon service because they hadn’t changed their clocks yet. I remember missing church on the first day of daylight savings as a child. I also remember being happy when we would pull up to the empty church and realize our mistake. Maybe I shouldn’t admit to that, but I was a kid and I thought church was boring.
I am declaring this week home and garden week. Well, garden, then home. We’re taking the week off from school. I don’t have enough free time during the day to give lessons and plant my spring garden. I confess that I still haven’t made an official garden plan, nor have I ordered any new seeds. (edited to add: I just placed my seed order) For some reason, despite realizing my tardiness every single year, I never can remember to start making plans until I start seeing the signs of spring outside. At that point, I am already behind. There will be Saturday Garden Journal here on Saturday and I do hope that all goes as I am planning and I have plenty of little notes to share.
Jonny is signed up for his first Tough Mudder. Have any of you or your loved ones ever participated in this madness?
p.s. Last week I pulled my Grandmother’s old Scrabble game down out of my closet. I love the note she attached, who knows how many decades ago. My kids were threatened with bad things if they tamper with it.