Home Is Where My Heart Is

Flowers...and Grubby Hands

Spring is finally here in Pennsylvania.  For awhile there it seemed as if spring was on vacation in a warmer climate!  But, this weekend has been in the upper seventies and my crew has been enjoying the beautiful sunny weather with bare feet aplenty.

I was busy yesterday (Saturday) tidying up the rabbitry and cleaning up winter debris.  As I was hard at work, my little Jesse (he's three) came up to me with his face all streaked with spring-fresh dirt and thrust out a grubby little hand in my direction - beaming a beautiful blue-eyed smile that always melts my heart.  In that outstreached hand was a rag-tag bouquet of flowers he had collected whilst trekking about the homestead.  Is there any store-bought bouquet more beautiful in this world to a mother than the precious little weed arrangements offered by the pure and loving heart of a much-loved child??  Oh...thank You Father God for the privilege of being a mother!!!!!!

Enjoy your day...and don't forget to hug your children! Love, Cherylann

Firsts of spriing

{ 09:26, Monday, April 23, 2007 } { Posted by countryheart }

It never fails that the very first time we are outside in the spring tidying up, my children would always bring me some sort of flower. I cherish these memories and I am still getting them from my youngest. I also am still getting them from my oldest on occasion now that I think about it. The little bitty ones always end up on my window ledge over my kitchen sink even though they are usually dried up by the time we make it to the house. There they sit all summer long and each time I look at them I too feel so blessed to be a mother!

Edited by countryheart on Monday, April 23, 2007 at 09:27