Yesterday we raked.

Today, we’ll probably rake some more.
It feels incredible to be outside, to watch the girls getting dirty.
And, of course, to introduce them to the age old tradition of listening for the tinny, yet magical music of the ice cream truck
(Mr. Ding-a-Ling he’s called here.)
My granola-mama side burst with pride as Briar and Avery responded with blank faces to offers for ice cream and popsicles at a neighborhood party.

Hope you can get outside and enjoy the earth today!