Busy Times . . .

Oh my goodness, time has flown . . . And trickled slowly, but mostly flow . . .
I have been up to my ears in building cement counter tops . . .
 Messy stuff when you don’t quite know what you’re doing . . .
 I’ll be done soon and then maybe I’ll have a bit more time to dilly-dally in the world of blogs . . .
                                                                                             ~Marica

Orange might be the color of Easter . . .

Coloring eggs on the actual day of Easter this year, in fact, turned out quite nicely . . . 
And orange was the color of the calendal pedals covering our cake . . . 
We had an egg-hunt in our yard . . . 
And orange was the color of the candied carrots that made it taste so good . . . 
We had a scrumptious feast . . . And my oh my, I was so full !!!! 
And orange was the color of the light from the afternoon sun making the kitchen glow. . .
                                       Did you have a lovely Easter?
                                                                  ~ Marica

It takes a lot of work to wash your dish when your five . . .

It takes a lot of work to wash your dish when your five.
We have an everybody-wash-your-own-dish-in-our-house agreement.
 Not that everyone really agrees, but the adults surely do.
Last night while reminding my five-year-old he must stop everything he is doing and 
come back out to wash his plate, I stopped and watched for a moment what this entailed. 
We used our ceramic dishes for dinner and it took everything he had to get it down from atop 
our tall bar where we sat. A two step process . . . Getting it down to the stool, climbing his
 own body down, then moving the dish to the kitchen sink.
 This is where I traded him. I offered for him to wash a wooden cutting board 
while I washed the dish ~ Hoping to save its weary life from a fatal crash to the floor . . . 
It then took scrubbing, more scrubbing and scouring.
 Water, more water, soap, soap again . . . 
You get the point . . . 
Not just a quick minute. I appreciate now, just a bit more, what it takes when your five 
and your mother calls “Come back and wash you dish . . . “


                                         Cheers ~ Marica

Green and Yellow . . .

Yesterday, while driving, my daughter was chatter-boxing her way
 through her wishes to have a dress for each season.

“Like the little girl in the orange book . . .” 
It took me a minute to realize she meant The Sun Egg, by Elsa Beskow . . .
  (one of the best children’s books ever I might add) . . .
 “That she has a dress for every season, it would be so fun . . . “

 I held my tongue over the fact she has numerous dresses for every season. 
I am assuming she was fantasizing (I often did as a child) of the simplicity ~ 
One dress for each season, nothing more. I was quite enchanted by simplicity. 
I never gave up dolls or clothes to only have one, but I found the notion quite romantic.
Anyway, she then proceeded to describe the colors of each dress. 
” Should spring be green and yellow? I think spring should be green and yellow.” 
She later changed it to pink and purple, but green and yellow stuck with me.
Tonight while preparing dinner I realized how bright the yellow-orange 
of the egg yolks were, and how green the fresh picked kale was . . . 
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Yellow and green, such a springtime meal. 
My daughter was right, spring really is filled with yellow and green.
Yellow chicks ~ Green grass
Yellow flowers ~ Green stems
Yellow dress ~ Green meadow

                                                                                Copyright Marica Thompson 2012

Can you think of anymore?
Happy yellow and green springtime ~ Marica