Assortment

Sweet Spring

After a bit of a lumpy morning yesterday, which, in the end, required the three boys and I to retreat to separate rooms for a bit, they were then able to run outside to play.  And who wouldn't want to do that, with the March winds blowing billows of dry leaves down the street in great, wild herds (their word)?

I stayed inside, gathering my thoughts in a quiet house. 

Then, the back door slammed loudly and a little boy hollered, "MAMA?  WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I'm in here!" I hollered back.

"I have a present for you!"  he said excitedly as he tromped through the house with his shoes on, present held carefully in hand.

"Here, this is for you!"

Yes, I cried.

I was astonished at his little gift!  Where had he found this?

I went running out the back door behind him, to see.  

In our yard?  We had no idea they were there!  Then we noticed, look!, some tulips are coming up, too!!

Such a sweet offering of spring to divert us all from our lumpy morning.
 

 

I picked two more, one for each boy, and put them on my desk where they smiled at me all afternoon. 

And I smiled back.

It Cameth Upon A Springtime Day

When you're having a nice picnic outside in the springtime sun, you may find that your camera winds up in other hands, which is fine, because - well, because of this:

And this:

 

And this:

This:

And even this:

But then, something happens in that springtime sun; a strange phenomenon that may take you your entire life to fully understand (or comprehend). 

**A warning to those who prefer serious and straight-laced: now is your chance to click away.  Now.  Do it now!**

Because what you're about to see is neither.

Oh, dear.  Here is comes.

Click away!

Can you tell that there was no premeditation or thought going into the actions of that boy in the blue shirt? 

None.

It came as it was.

Uh...

It came as it did?

Hmm...

It came as it may?

It came.

It just came.

This, people, is what happens when a boy hangs up his brain.  (Which they are known to do from time to time.)

Things cometh.

Things cometh too nigheth for your comforteth.
 

Um. Uh.  

"Honey, where did you say you found this kid?"

 

 

"Do they accept returns?"

This is warped good humor, here.  Good humor, people. 

Apparently.

All I can really say is, I'm sorry, dear readers. 

So sorry to have influenced your lovely Tuesday with images such as these. 

Just be glad that I censored the cheese-eating shots.

  

There are some things that shouldn't be seen by anyone.

First Picnic

But, most certainly not the last...

   {Most photos taken by the 8 & 10 year-old boys}

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
Need I say more?