On the other hand, I got to devote my efforts to being a daddy for the day. This was not real challenging, since Ordinary Spouse/Mommy left me with detailed directions. Oldest Daughter is off with my parents for the week, so it was just the younger two who were in my care. For Middle Daughter, that basically meant getting her on the bus and off to school in the morning, and then picking her up early in the afternoon for a doctor’s appointment.
For Youngest Daughter, I got to sit in on her ballet lesson at the YMCA. But my favorite part of the day was the oil change for my car.
Huh?
Well – here’s the thing about the oil change. We had to find something to occupy our time while we waited for the car: either playing in the park or going to the library. YD chose a trip to the library. But we walked at her pace, and along the way I rediscovered some of the joys of parenting a young child.
We stopped to look at everything. First, it was two squirrels that were trying to hide from us. Later it was the stump of a tree that had been recently cut down. Ants and fruit flies were drinking sap. We also stopped to pick up sticks and look at tree bark. Purple tulips caught our attention, and YD ran up and down the entrance ramp at a church building that we passed. But the best line of the day was…
Look at the beautiful dandelions!
It occurred to me that she doesn’t share our suburban sensibilities regarding dandelions. Because we try to rid our yards of them, they aren’t commonplace for her. She actually appreciates and celebrates their beauty.
As it should be.
And as I reflected more on this, I realized that Middle Daughter has also been picking dandelion bouquets recently. When you slow down and listen, there is a lot that you can learn from children.
Dear God – Thank you for children. Thank you for dandelions.
Wow – somehow I’ve managed to go for a month and a half without garden pictures. And it was the month and a half when everything just took off. So without further delay, here’s what’s growing this week…
(BTW – check out the close ups of the flax. I think those are pretty cool.)
Top row: Mother’s Day basket from Youngest Daughter (running in the background), pink peonies, white peonies, spirea, and Russian sage
Middle row: Lavender (with a bit more Russian sage), obedient plant, phlox, chives, and geranium
Bottom row: Flax, more flax, even more flax, apple mint, and iris
Today we’re celebrating Middle Daughter’s birthday (a little early). It was a beautiful day for a celebration, and I got outside to snap a few pictures of the new growth in the front flower bed.
Because it was such a lovely day in the Chicago ‘burbs, I needed to take at least one breath of fresh air at lunchtime. When I stepped outside, this is what I heard:
Well – the garden is a messy mix of snow and mud this week. Here’s the view from the front doorstep:
This view (and more of the same in the back yard) inspired Ordinary Spouse to make this profound statement on Facebook:
In my backyard the snow is melting, revealing last summer’s broken toys, leaf and twig detritus from fall, a winter’s worth of escaped bits of trash and spring’s first mud-holes. It must be Lent.
Ah, yes – Lent. Dwell on that parallel for a little bit. Isn’t it a wonderful comparison between what we find in our yards and what we find in our souls?
If you look more closely, you just might find the signs of new life, transformation, and resurrection:
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