Living large

Last Saturday shortly before noon, I turned the corner into the kitchen to find this:

1- little girl in her clean dress, bow-clad curly locks, ready to go to an annual Easter Egg hunt.

1 -15 year old boy, back from his time at the creek on the first day of trout season

1 -little trout who had the misfortune of falling hook. line. & sinker for the 15 year old boy's bait.

1- plastic saw from the said little girl's brother, who brought it in from his 'tool kit' to help.

Apparently, it was a good morning for fishing. While myself and the girl's enjoyed a rare breakfast out with their grandma and aunties (see here for a description of that), my husband and the four boys-yes, the twins too-drove to their favorite fishing spot to enjoy a little casting fun.




I am thinking that it is very possible that the America i knew growing up, will not be the same one my children enjoy as adults. I hope I am wrong. But in either case, the value of training them how to live a more self-sustaining lifestyle (fishing, gardening, hanging wash out on the line) is striking me as more neccessary than simply nice.



One other thing;
I wanted to share with you just how 'low' I've gone into the world of mothering infants & toddlers.


When one finds themselves using these as doorstops....


...it's time to GET OUT!!!!!

Thank you for stopping by, my friend!