like a comfy old chair

How simple is the careless freedom of summer. Happy little ducks on the pond. Cutting the grass with a temperamental push mower. Picking fresh cherries for a pie. Lighting sparklers for Independence Day. Camping in the Eagle Cap Wilderness of Oregon. Small moments and exciting events alike accentuate the goodness of this season. 
A couple weeks ago, Charlie and I celebrated our second year of marriage. We both had to work long hours on our anniversary and then rush across town for Bible study. But afterwards, we made a point of eating a good meal and building a campfire in our backyard. Mosi slept in my lap while Charlie roasted some old-fashioned frankfurts and kept the mosquitoes at bay. Of course we looked back on the past two years and laughed at the seasons we've been through and the things we've done. We were living in Nebraska during our first anniversary, which is crazy because surely that was many many years ago!? 
"Remember when we climbed the water tower with Greenville friends?" Charlie asks. Of course I do. Someone had called the cops on us and I ran into an electric fence multiple times trying to get to our car. 
"Do you remember the first breakfast we ever had as man and wife?" It was at a very mediocre Bob Evans in southern Missouri. Even as newlyweds we seemed like an old married couple. To this day, we play scrabble and cribbage. I collect houseplants and Charlie is always puttering around the house. (I've seen him more than once, walking across the backyard with drill and hammer in hand.) We've changed a lot in the past two years, (hopefully for the better), but I pray we will always have a sense of laid-back coziness in our marriage. Kinda like an comfy old chair you can sink into. 

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a day on the farm

Spring is so close you can smell it in the air: the fragrances of warm sunshine, damp earth, crocuses and new grass. Spring is the promise of good things and the celebration of Life. It is my favorite season out of the whole year. 

Yesterday, we got to help out a local farm by doing some chores in the morning and evening. I've forgotten how good it feels to slosh around in the mud carrying buckets of feed. I've missed the smell of dusty horses and the cackling of hens. We cleaned out the brooder, fed and watered all the animals, walked the dogs, collected eggs and laughed at the dapper mallard duck and his ladies. I could not stop fawning over the lambs and taking pictures of their sweet faces. Eventually Charlie had to pull me away. "Laurel" he said, "the lambs will still be here if we come another day." Finally, as the sun was just beginning to sink low, we climbed into our muddy Subaru and drove back to our tiny apartment. 

I'm thinking I should start offering promotional photography sessions to local homesteads and farms :) That way, I can hang out with animals and little green planties all the time...

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please excuse my bed hair and extremely photogenic face ;) 

please excuse my bed hair and extremely photogenic face ;)