Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Saturday, May 04, 2013
the family that gardens together
What's that old saying, "give a child a weed and they'll bring it in the house and put it in a jar of water, teach a child to weed and they'll weed your garden forever." Something like that, right?