On our walk today we saw these amazing poppies. I never plant them and then see them around and wish I had planted them. But I never do. I am lucky to have these near by to visit-and now that I write this I think Pete isn't a huge fan of them (or maybe that is my mom?) I can't remember, I think it's the fuzzy pods, that creep someone out, which are my favorite part.
I had one of those days yesterday where I got the girls up, dressed, did the dishes and went grocery shopping and then felt so happy and pretended that was all I needed to do to feel like I had accomplished enough in one day. Just take care of the house and feed the girls. Do some at home moms really just do this only? And are they less stressed than I am? I'm not a total freak stress ball of crazed energy-but I am a bit, busy. And I like it that way-but I think I am going to try and have a day a week where I just pretend that I can just care for the girls, maybe do a load of laundry and feel happy with that. If I pretend enough, it might become a real feeling of accomplishment. Not answer e-mails, draw and sketch for mailorder, think about art and craft and design 24/7 talk on the phone, worry about losing 10 lbs, etc. Just the dishes. I can do that no problem. And feed the girls. Right.
In the local paper today (in FOODay) they listed all the local farms. Not farmers markets, but the u-pick farms-which are my favorite. I love going to pick berries and getting away from the crowds. Farmers markets here are so amazing and wonderful, but are like rock concerts with dogs and kids. Traffic and strollers and lines and a lots and lots of people. Which keeps me at by sometimes. But the season is starting and I am so excited. And there is a rhubarb galette recipe in the paper that I am excited to try. So, tomorrow (or sometime soon?) I will get the girls dressed, do the dishes and bake a galette. There, that's 3 things. Perfect.
