It’s not that I’ve been avoiding this space entirely, it’s just that birth and everything that it brings, immediately results in my cocooning myself in order to prepare for the immense responsibility and work that I am about to undertake. It doesn’t feel like the right time to spill my guts about new life, the loss a loved one, and everything in between, so I hope you enjoy frivolous chitter concerning greenery and red berries.
Here are a few snaps of some of the work we accomplished this weekend. I didn’t pull it off alone. Luckily Papa Bear was home to snip the branches for me while Wildflower dragged them all back to the front porch, with only a small bit of complaining. She then built this entire display in the old tricycle, complete with bow.
After snipping branches and strategically arranging them into various-sized pots, we stepped back to admire our work. It was then that I recalled, while taking Wildflower to horseback riding, that there are some beautiful red berries lining the roads along the way. So out went Papa Bear and Big Brother/ newly licensed driver (eek!) in search of winterberries. Tada!What I had failed to mention was that the beautiful berries were in the ditch, which actually meant swamp, and my sweet, darling man came home soaked up to the knees, through his workbooks, with icy cold water. Ah….love…or perhaps fear of pregnant-wife tears….or maybe a bit of both.On another note, I’ve imagined giving birth when the ground is covered in white….and this morning, we awoke to just that…..
Take a peek over at Ottawa Family Living (page 41) to see my latest piece on Papa Bear.
Happy Snow day!