It is raining this evening. Our windows are open allowing the delicate chimes and water and air to sing to us. April has come: a welcomed relief from our own March madness. Arriving with birthday dust and ending with hikes into greening woods (and selling our home somewhere in between), March has been quite the tumultuous divergence, and we’re ragged. At this point, I’ve almost forgotten February entirely, but I’ve found myself longing for its quieter days of bed jumping and school work. But now, April has come.
Blythe // early readers (she’s loving Fancy Nancy right now)