from the other morning with Pa

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This morning

Mama's little gardening buddy

sundress, sweater and hat

ready to go outside
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(She found the mug with my garden seed packets. She loves those--they have pretty pictures and rattle!)

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Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in Heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

::'~ Charitie L. Bancroft, 1863

Photo: morning scribbles with my new colored chalk from Ana

the Dandelion Princess

::'~ to remember

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Greta and I had a lovely afternoon outside.

I strung two more sections of clothesline and am so glad to have the extra space.

Greta discovered the wonders of the sandbox for the first time today. She played happily there for quite a while while I planted pumpkins. Sweet little thing! (Of course I gave her lots of kisses on her sandy face.)

I picked the first big bunch of my very own rhubarb ever. My plant is a division of a family plant at the farm and has taken a couple of years to get going. Greta and I made rhubard muffins for supper. Oh, I enjoy those.

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{The crabapple trees are blooming in my town. We picked some yesterday to brighten the house for our family dinner, and now my whole house smells like the blossoms.}

surgery

I'm learning my way around Caleb's new tool chest. :)

Daddy's girl

Greta is certainly her Daddy's girl. She always perks up when a loud truck drives down the road in front of our house. If she sees anything with wheels she makes her "brrrr" sound that is her imitation of the noise that Daddy's truck makes (even the grill...because it has good sized wheels). Her lastest thing though in the large moving vehicle department is a love for Caleb's Dixon lawn mower. At first she was afraid of it, but in the last week or so she has become quite fond of it. One afternoon she spent her outside play time standing next to it, playing with the knobs and levers and making her "brrrr" noise.

Well. Caleb took Greta for a ride on the Dixon, but not only that she got to hold to the handles. That was all she needed! She knew just what to do with them. She was going to drive the lawn mower. She and Daddy went zooming! Caleb held onto her middle in a big empty stretch of driveway and she did the driving. She can only go straight ahead, so Daddy had to turn her around periodically, but she had oh-so-much fun! Caleb and I laughed and laughed to see Miss Rosebud getting such a kick out of driving!

(I have a little movie of her driving...It's just being slow to upload.)

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happy evening kitchen

Apparently Greta wants to grow more vegetables than you ever thought possible. ;)

The asparagus is our first picking of the spring. A celebratory thing, indeed.

Also here: warmed up tea from my afternoon pot with Mama and two dear siblings and pictures of my evening kitchen.
The pictures don't really do my kitchen justice, to my mind. You don't notice there being so much light; it's cozier. It feels to me like a kitchen in a woodland fairytale cottage.

(I know a few of the last posts have been pictures of my kitchen, but I cannot help it.)

peanut butter sandwich

little girl play

Greta loves our bird bath. She keeps coming back to it to splash and play, so when I'm outside gardening I keep fresh water in it so she can. Yesterday evening she had her spoon that I let her scoop dirt with, and she decided she would use it in the birdie bath. It looked to me like she was cooking. I took pictures and they all turned out so good, together giving a little idea of her play, that I'll post several here--there's room. :)