In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
It is such a beautiful day today. Perfection, really. Sun, breeze, blue/white --my purple crocuses are blooming! The kids are outside (never mind that #5 is still in his pajamas--so am I), I'm dreaming of summer, ivy, trees, mountains, rivers...
Never mind that I am exhausted to the point of delusion.
Never mind that croup/coughs/colds are passing through our family slowly (but hitting everyone in succession) and I'm afraid #6 might not be immune from it.
Never mind I haven't showered in two days.
Never mind the fussy baby who wants to be nursed/held constantly.
Never mind the dirty house.
Never mind the traveling husband.
Never mind the loneliness of miscommunication.
It's a beautiful day! I only wish my windows were big enough to let in all the light; that my home was positioned in, and was, a place that looks like this:
(Throckmorton Cottage; used in the 1995 version of Sense and Sensibility)
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.