February Flying

 
                        (Zeke took this picture of our van's dirt-message from the car
                        as we went to unload stuff at Grandma and Grandpa's new house.)

February on Mt. Hunger is usually a square of quiet after all the holiday pomp and festivities. The decluttering bug that hits in January releases its chokehold, my children breathe a sigh of relief, and we all hunker down into the old rhythms again. And, if I wasn't successful in January, in February, I usually whip up all the Christmas gifts for which I never made time.

Not so this year. I did not declutter, I made no gifts, and no one hunkered into any rhythm because February was the whirliest gig yet. I didn't know which end was up until April! To be honest, I'm still waiting on that slower pace, and I still don't know which end is up. Maybe November will be the magic month. Counting down the days...

Sorry for all the crummy pictures. As everyone has moved with the times to Facebook and Instagram and whatever-is-that-new-let's-show-the-world-too-much place, this blog has become less a spot for attempts at artistic words and images and almost solely a family snapshot receptacle for when our computer crashes. I don't put forth much effort anymore, but my children still like it, and that's good for something, right, kiddos? I love you, my sweet ones.