A Raft of Ducks

I googled "a group of ducks" in order to know what to call the flock that has taken residence in my front yard. It is a raft of ducks unless they are on water and then it becomes a paddling of ducks. The raft of ducks has decided that their backyard oasis across the street is no longer adequate. I wondered what makes my yard so appealing. Are they going to eat my flowers and destroy my lawn? Can I just let down my hair and let my kids enjoy watching them? After all, they chose our yard for a reason. I learned that reason yesterday as I caught #1 sneaking bread out of the house. Yes! She's been feeding them. Now if I could just get her to squirt the poop off the sidewalk...

Tending Roses

I've been thinking a lot about a book I've read recently called Tending Roses. The old grandma in the book tells about how poor she was and how she works for a lady to earn cuttings of roses and then plants them. She spends a lot of time caring for them as they were the finest possesion she owned. When her children came along she no longer had time to tend the roses and they withered and died but she says she was never happier than when the "roses grew wild". I can honestly say, you know the song from Wicked, I couldn't be happier. I'm grateful to be a mom and to spend my life tending babies.



Here is my rose garden. (Notice the dead bush in the center.) I'm grateful to the people before me for planting it and to my mother who weeds and prunes.

The Little Joys of Life

Aunt Marilyn sent us a Princess Nightgown for Joy. She looks so grown up.





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