Rain

A week of chaotic weather.  Each day cloudy, sunny, warm, sprinkling, a downpour with thunder and lightning, then sun again.  Spring came furiously, all the blooms marching boldly through in their usual order.

For us, a calm afternoon.  I mix bread dough in the KitchenAid.  Daphne stands on a stool watching the rain flood the street, singing, "Have you ever heard the wolf cry at the (blue corn) moon?" as if no one is listening.  I look toward the group gathered round the table, the older 4 plus Matt's BFF, all playing a new game Matt had waited eagerly for to arrive in the mail.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5.  How rare to have all my children gathered and not fighting but all content in their own way.  A lovely snapshot in time.