In the days leading up to Memorial Day weekend, Thing1 was full of questions about the upcoming holiday. I explained to her that Memorial Day is a day when people remember their family and friends who had died…and it is customary to visit the cemetery and place flowers at the headstones. After this explanation, she cheerfully asked if we could go too. She was so excited about the thought of visiting the cemetery. It was a beautiful day Monday, so we drove to a quiet, old cemetery just down the road from our house. Many of the headstones were hard to read having been placed in the mid to late 1800′s. We parked the car and walked around the grounds reading names and calculating ages based on the date of birth and death. She was FASCINATED. She asked why there were so many graves, why no one else was visiting, who buries you when you die, what does it mean to be cremated. I was answering all her questions as frankly as I could, but didn’t know where the line was that separated teaching from traumatizing. The trip did spark some good conversation and I’m sure she will remember the trip as she grows up…if not…we have pictures.

Last Sunday my mom, the girls, and I took a trip to my Grandma Bev’s house. This is the same grandma who taught me how to crochet many years ago. I owe all my yarn craftiness to her. Thanks Grandma! I have fond memories of visiting my grandma’s house as a child. The first things that come to mind are the smell of freshly baked bread…grandma would let us knead out our own little loaf (yum), homemade preserves, multicolored popcorn, standing by an old woodstove (cozy), learning how to crochet, jumping off haybales in the barn and staying up late to watch Dr. Who. Our visit was nice. The house is surrounded by pasture with tree-filled hillsides for a view. We walked around the property, had lunch, compared crafts. Sometimes the simplest things are the most stress reducing… you need to get away from the TV, computer and video games and go outside and moo at cows…
dig in the dirt…

and take your shoes off and rub your feet on thyme. Let your kids get some nature on them…its good for them. I even got stung by a bee…and survived.



Monday, June 1 was Thing1′s school field trip to the Children’s Museum. This is such a fun place to go. I highly recommend going if you have young children and have never been. It costs $8 per person and is well worth the price of admission. Thing2 and I met the class there and had lunch with them.


The chickens will be in double digits at the end of this week. Ten weeks old! I’m still counting on mid- August for our first egg.
I finished knitting up Thing1′s bolero, weaved in the ends, washed and blocked. Thing1 and I made a trip to my mom’s house so she could pour over hundreds of buttons in order to find the one gaudy enough for a 6-year-old fashonista. Now I need to finish up embroidering the flowers and sew on the button. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I’d like to knit another one, but with some fun-colored yarn…that Pepto Bismol pink was getting to me toward the end.
The garden looks great. Scott did a fantastic job! We planted a combination of plants and seeds. Most of the seeds have sprouted. We planted acorn squash, yellow squash, pumpkin, tomatos, lettuce, green onions, beets, peas, green beans, and carrots.