The way this day went was rain and sun and hail and rain and sun and hail and rain and sun and wind and wind and wind. And I was inside and outside and inside and outside and patioside and outside and inside and inside and outside. A changeable day in which I raked out more leaves and uncovered more wood violets and more bleeding hearts popping up and more columbine. The first daffodil! Some hyacinths in the near future. And for the indoor time? Garage cleaning and organizing and toy moving and appreciating and cursing and storing and smiling and frowning and recycling and finishing with a jumbo jar of beads all over the floor (must have been the cursing) which I left there until the next time. And laundry and trash and dishes.
With the evening being spent in a cleared out mood with Eva on the computer and watching a puppet show with a lantern and shadows and putting on tattoos and gentle talk about her life and small cuts on her fingers and watching her design more tattoos on her little feet and proclaim that she will sell body art at the upcoming homeschooling market.
I wish I had a picture of our first daffodil out in the yard. I would put it right here. Tomorrow.
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