When your big sister steals your chicken, quite by accident, there’s nothing you can do but wait … For sure enough … your loving hen will return to the safety of your toddler arms…. The bond is there. The love is undeniable. Popcorn, as you named your sweet fowl friend, is faithful to her owner. […]
A simple afternoon craft with the three bigger girls while the babies slept … painting rocks on green grass, the maple tree’s leafy branches providing shade and the birds singing in the treetop … mountains painted to remind one of British Columbia … Naptimes are wonderful and babies wake up […]
“We can see a thousand miracles around us every day. What is more supernatural than an egg yolk turning into a chicken?” – S. Parkes Cadman {She named this one Peace, because she is such a quiet chick …}
“Every morning there were the dishes to wipe. Mary wiped more of them than Laura because she was bigger, but Laura always wiped carefully her own little cup and plate. By the time the dishes were all wiped and set away, the trundle bed was aired. Then standing one on each side of the bed, […]
On the back covered porch on the sunny morning, drinking hot coffee from two pink mugs, my neighbour and I chatted about life while our seven [girl] children played, laughed, climbed trees, cooled off with ice cold freezies and snacked on homemade chocolate chip cookies … vibrant-smelling lilacs decorated the yard and filled the air […]
