Everyone should get a birthday cake. A cake designed by a four-year-old is something TRULY special, though.
We have a delightful little bakery on the island, run by a Frenchman and his American wife. We’ve been ordering cakes from them for the last few years – I can bake, but I’m not great at decorating, so I pass on that job.
Grandad and Angel went to see the baker a week before my birthday. She had some very specific ideas about what my cake should look like.
“It has to be a carrot cake. It should have red frosting roses, and little frosting carrots. It should say ‘Happy Birthday Grandmom.’ And, it has to have….
God Bless him, he did it.
Wish I had been there to see his face when she asked!
Found this by the pond yesterday…didn’t even know we had crocuses there!
What a wonderful gift, on the first day of Spring!
Yup. Not one, but TWO backpacks at the front door…
And TWO grandkids, ready for school!
(Yes, the Silly Face Photo Days have begun for Angel. Heaven help us.)
All year long, Niko has cried and begged to go to school with his cousin. We drop her off in the mornings, and he cries. We pick her up when school is over, and he drops to floor and wails, “But I want to go TOOOOO!”
As of Tuesday, he can.
He has his own cubby where he can leave his things…
And lots of fun new toys…and friends…
A quick smooch for Mommy, and a smile and a wave, and he’s off on a new adventure!
Afterwards, he said it was “SO COOL!”
Let’s hope he wants to go back today :)
Three days until Spring begins, and visible signs of its arrival are thin on the ground…Snow lingers in the shady, hidden places, icy winds howl. Daffodil foliage is half its normal height. The number of days over 40F can be counted on the fingers of one hand…
Which is not to say there are no signs…they’re just subtle.
The birds and animals know. Each evening I hear the whistling sky-dance of the woodcocks in the field next door as they launch themselves into their mating rituals. The Tom Turkeys are in full display each time we pass the flock on the way to school, proud tailfeathers spread in hopes of impressing the Ladies.
Look closely at the limbs of that birch tree:
Each twig is tipped in a pollen-filled ‘cone’… Not as showy as a flower, but still a sign of Winter’s End.
The animals are all stirring, too. I’ve seen a pair of coyotes ranging about, looking to stake their claim on a bit of ground (they’ve been encouraged to seek elsewhere, I might add…) and the squirrels have momentarily ceased their assaults on the feeders to chase each other ’round the trees in hopes of pairing-off for the season.
There are subtle swellings in the buds of flowering trees and shrubs. Hard to notice, unless you really look…hard to miss, if you’re waiting and hoping. The best of the bunch is a grand, old Saucer Magnolia near Angel’s school…each day, the buds seem bigger and closer to bursting. Some morning soon, it will be a blowsy pink cloud…
Spring is late this year. Delayed. Overslept and missed the bus…but it’s coming.
We just may have to crawl around in the mud for a while to get a good look at it.
A polar bear brings you flowers.
Happy Friday, everyone!