Dusty is outside working on a fire pit and I’m stealing a few moments to write. We’ve really leaned into our yard this spring. Building raised beds, planting flowers everywhere - I even transplanted a hosta. That last one is something I thought I’d never do. I have a hard time with shade plants. They seem so… boring? I’m not sure if it’s the pandemic, or maternal wisdom (lol) but lately I’ve been finding value and delight in things I never thought twice about before.

The babies are finishing up their morning nap and I just spent the last thirty minutes working on a graphic design project. The thirty minutes before that was spent on chicken research.

I’ll be waking the babies up soon. We’ll eat lunch at the table and then we will bathe them. We’ll probably video chat with the grandparents somewhere in there. Then I’ll nurse them, we’ll play with them, walk around outside, and get them ready for afternoon naps.

Our lives definitely have a certain rhythm. No splashy display of flowers to be found at the moment, but there’s a gentle beauty to it for sure. Like hostas - just look at that leaf variegation!