Remember the old woman who lived in a shoe? I don't judge her nearly as harshly as I used to, now that I have a husband and six children. In our 100-year-old farmhouse, we have broth, bread, and lots of Smucker personalities, and this blog is about our lives.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Hello there, spring morning, Sunshine and sheep, Small blossoms borning While I was asleep. Hello there, hope, glowing and new. In darkness and rain You silently grew. Good news, Winter, Your pregnancy's past. Thanks for your labor. Goodbye, at last.