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Wee folk for the wee folk

05/18/2016 by Holly

My sweet neighbor brought me a Tupperware. And lo, in it were many wondrous things.

That Tupperware is positively full of a fairy garden.

I tucked the first piece into the crimson clover right beneath the peach tree, because that’s clearly the most logical spot for fairies to set up shop…

My neighbor said her granddaughter has outgrown the concept, but by the response of my oldest, maybe mine has too…

MOM THIS ISN’T REAL DID YOU PUT THIS HERE THE DOOR DOESN’T OPEN SO HOW WOULD THE FAIRIES GET INSIDE ANYWAY.

*sigh*

{Would someone please remind her to willingly suspend her disbelief right around December 24th?}

Bitty E is a straight arrow, a warrior, a courageous heart with a mop of blonde hair. Ain’t nobody like that got time for fairies. Especially when there are wars to wage. Mostly with one’s sister.

BUT.

Throughout the afternoon, I kept looking over there to find her, squatting down, careful not to touch as I had warned her that fairies are like birds, and then can tell when you’re messing with their newly built habitat and won’t come back.

And she kept going back, and back, and back again…

I’m going to sneak the additional pieces in there every few days…keep ’em guessing. Maybe my little lioness hasn’t thrown off all the shackles of childhood just quite yet.

It’s deja vu all over again…

05/16/2016 by Holly

Nitrogen.

{Sorry to curse.}

That’s my newest bad word. So if we’re real life friends and you hear me say it…it’s bad. Real bad.

I promised this wouldn’t happen. I promised I would test, and test again, and then test my test.

But the trunk of poo made me over-confident.

No excuses…I shoulda, shoulda, shoulda’ed. My former self is kicking my current self.

Bitty E and I did have a good time doing the test.

Please Hammer, don’t hurt em.

Shake, shake, shake senora.

She calls me a forget-me-not when she wants to tease me. This mostly comes when she’s asking for some milk and I’m running around trying to pack lunches, get the laundry going, and keep bitty G from feeding the dog straight from the highchair…of course, forgetting the milk. But maybe she’s onto something here, because I just…can’t…seem…to…get this one down…

Perhaps this would help.

My kind of fairy tale

05/14/2016 by Holly

Once upon a time, in a forest of peas, there lived a medium-sized garden blogger slightly lacking in upper body strength.

She met a handsome with far greater upper body strength, and only had to ask him twice before he came to her rescue, for the trellises need a trellis.

Forsooth, he saved the near-death trellis and they and their peas lived happily ever after.

The end.

Until the okra is so tall she can’t reach that either.

I love a dramatic pause

05/11/2016 by Holly

Small things are funny.

You stick them in the ground and feed, water, sunlight, air them, and you try to give them elbow room. But it seems impossible to judge.

How much is too much space?

How much is crowding?

How can I know the full height and girth and circle of emotional safety you will need, bitty, unless I see you full grown? Unless I know the end result? Unless I know whether or not they will one day want to interview me for a Behind the Music about your life?

I went to put the watercolors away a couple nights ago. They were neatly tucked into the packaging, brushes rinsed and slipped into the side compartment. Hmm, I thought, I did not do this.

Yes, maybe it was the fairies, but more likely it was the biggest bitty. And she’s growing right on up, so lovely, right before my eyes.

If you read one thing this Mother’s Day…

05/08/2016 by Holly

It was awful nice of Matt Redmond to write what he did about Engaging Motherhood.

But it’s us who owe him the gratefulness for letting us include his super popular post in the book. So if you read one thing this Mother’s Day, or if you include one thing in your Mother’s Day card, can I recommend Matt’s words?