Not simplicity, as in our possessions are very minimal and of gorgeous quality. Not, as in our days and our food choices are always pure and wholesome. Simplicity, in that we live our lives the best we can muster day to day and embrace it in all of its imperfections and complications.
The trees are perfect for climbing and the compost pile is just thawed enough to turn.
The solar panels soak in the sun's rays to heat our floors and water.
The sun feels glorious on our upturned faces, but she hasn't quite warmed the ground here yet.
the first laundry on the line this year
The chickens are happy for the thaw, but that hawk circling the field makes me uneasy.
Camille baked her first gluten-free bread from scratch and declared it the best ever.
Then she proceeded to make a batch of crunchy parmesan breadsticks with more of the gluten-free dough. They were so good with warm marinara sauce.
Our clothes are almost all second-hand and somewhat threadbare, but we happily hang them in the sunshine. My children often look like wild ragamuffins and I kind of love that!
Sometimes our learning looks like NASA videos on YouTube, or painting wooden peg people, or reading in the yard, or exploring with friends, or discussing ratios, or figuring out a sewing pattern. Sometimes it looks like discussing big issues or learning new languages. Sometimes it looks like playing in the mud.
mud ball, anyone?
What wealth we have, if one wants to call it that, is in our ability to appreciate the beauty in the imperfections. To opt for better choices when we are able. To connect with others in meaningful ways.
In honor of all of this beautiful sunshine, I'd like to share with you a song that my husband recently recorded.