Time keeps on ticking, alas
I’m sure you’d agree that it takes some serious mama skills to hit the bottom of the peanut butter jar on the very last day of school.
Timing is everything.
The kids wondered why I was chronicling my morning sandwich making. They should have been wondering how their strawberries were going to taste doused in a thick layer of my tears.
I was teary-eyed because although my timing peanut-butter-wise has proven impeccable, I have yet to figure out how to halt the ridiculous sprint of time that puts my babies into this space aged time capsule —
and spits them back to me as a 2nd and 4th graders. I am not ready. I practically just graduated from high school myself. It’s simply not possible that I am old enough to have such big kids.
As if to prove the calendar right, the girls went and sealed the deal–
Kira donated 8 1.2 inches of her long flowing locks, transforming herself from this young innocent,
Into this sassy thing
One look at her sister’s cool new look was more than enough, and soon Acadia was hopping up into that chair.
Time keeps on ticking into the future, and those dang seasons, they keep going round and round and I swear there is just one thing that is keeping me from singing folk tunes as I sob into my coffee and that’s this —
Flax. Flax makes me happy. The color is so deep and purple blue that it can actually hold back the hands of time and freeze my babies at this absolutely delightful stage.
Flowers have loads of medicinal qualities. Time manipulation is merely one of many.









