photos and bunnies in the orchard
my favorite trees (Bechtel Crabapples) bloomed in the parking strip
brilliant, beautiful cards from my brilliant beautiful children. We didn’t hear from Stefan since missionaries can’t call from the MTC, but he sent a lovely letter.
Not a shopping at the mall sort of of gifter, Erik prefers to DO something(still, I’m curious about the women opening purses on mother’s day: does your husband actually go to the store and pick it out? there must be some other explanation?). Saturday, after the boys and I wrestled the arch out of the overgrown roses and trimmed them down, Erik dug trenches and cemented the crossbars to the ground. Never again will my wild Zephirine Drouhin lift and twist the arch at will. Zephirines are thornless roses (perfect for garden seats) so our scrapes were minimal. But the 12 ft. Peace Rose on the left has thorns like small daggers.
ah, so nice and civilized
Sunday evening, Benj serenaded us with made-up songs, including, “everything is better when I’m around.”
This post almost seems too simple– nothing profound, nothing grand— just sweet, beautiful, hopeful life.