Category: Musings on Life and Beauty

Lambs

Musings on Life and Beauty

Last week my little ones and I stopped to watch the lambs in a pasture not far from home.


It was so much fun to watch these tiny creatures, just a week or two old.


This is one pregnant momma!  I’m not sure she could stand up if she tried.


It always makes me ponder life when I watch lambs shadowing their mothers.




These sheep seemed to be practicing their synchronized grazing skills.  Every time I looked at them, they were in perfect formation.


While we often wish that we had more of a “country” lifestyle, I am thankful that I live among many who do.


What a sweet little animal!




Every time I see lambs, I wish we had one for a pet!


I guess I’ll have to be content with admiring this little one.


Isn’t it a beautiful world?

Jennifer

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Stitches

Musings on Life and Beauty

What does it say about your life if, before 9 a.m. on a Friday morning you are headed to the doctor’s office for stitches?


Apparently this month’s plan was for us to see if we could meet our deductible for the year in less than 30 days.  We just might be there.


As you can see, he hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas before his little accident.  Gratefully he missed the tendon.

As for me, I think I’m beginning to develop a twitch.  It has something to do with the tension of a minor medical emergency every couple of days for the last few weeks.  I’m feeling a bit weary of consoling myself with the words “it could have been worse.”  I’m ready for it to end.  I’d really appreciate a break from practicing our life preservation skills.

Anyone know where you can buy a padded room?  I’m pretty sure we need one.   PRONTO.

Excuse me while I go try to get the blood out of my bedroom carpet.

I hope your weekend is much better than ours has started out!

Hopeful Homemaker

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Touching the Sky

Musings on Life and Beauty

When I was a girl, I loved to swing.  I remember the day I learned to “pump” by myself.  When I was old enough to go to school the swings were the only thing I was interested in during recess.


I remember how satisfying it felt to reach my toes up into the sky as high as I could go.  I felt free.


All these memories came flooding back when I watched my daughter smiling on the swings a few days ago.


For a moment I wished I was seven years old again, touching the blue sky with my toes.

Thank goodness for children and the memories they rescue.

Hopeful Homemaker

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