( photo by Lucy )
So cute and full of energy and absolutely no idea what is going on in the world other than, “WHAT’S FOR LUNCH!!!” or “CAN I HAVE A COOKIE?!?!” Those kids of ours. I’ve always been a mother of young children, but I’m starting to feel like the lady who doesn’t worry about sleeping through the night. Or, the lady who isn’t constantly following a waddler. I’m not sure what to do with myself. Well, I do actually, but it’s such a long list of hard work. … trying to …
but they are growing old enough to run part of the fambly. They cook. They ( don’t ) clean. They entertain themselves. They tell jokes like their father.
A friend of ours visited us when we first started this farm. She took one look and said, “oh! I remember that. Glad I’m not there.heh. heh.” She said it with joy. Her kids are all grown up and moved on and part of society. She meant, it was great, but wouldn’t want to do it all again right now. Hard work. It is. It’s hard work. It’s rewarding work. Always challenging. Never bored.
So, Spring soon, the tomatoes are coming. Can’t wait!