March 1
Night light. Stop light. God light.
Ella’s sticky face
March 6
Soup and sandwich supper
Neil is the grilled cheese master
Future soccer star
March 8
He gave up trying to grow grass and decided to paint the lawn instead
Just kidding
He sprayed on a crab grass killer. The crazy green color was to show where
he had already sprayed so as not to overlap. Or something like that.
March 9
Gravity means nothing to a 2 year old
Ella lines up each crayon after she’s done with it
March 11
Pinch Proof
She wore her green to school today because next week
is spring break - no class on St. Patrick’s Day
She’s had the best time kicking that ball around the back yard
Shelby and Ella making art
March 14
Elijah got a haircut!
March 15
Buttercup bouquets from Knox and Ella
Snapped this out my kitchen window because standing out there on
the sidewalk taking a picture of the damage a drunk driver caused
would’ve been in poor taste, I guess. And it was raining.
St. Patrick’s Day. The guy had been drinking in a local bar, got behind
the wheel of his car, drunk, and proceeded to speed down our street and lose
control of his car. He slammed into our neighbors SUV,
which was partially parked in their driveway. The impact shoved the SUV into
the same neighbor’s van, which was parked on the street. Their SUV, sandwiched between
the two vehicles, was totaled. And their van pretty messed up.
Neil and I heard the loud bang/crash. First thing I thought was our
car got hit. It was parked on the street, which we rarely do.
If our neighbors hadn’t been home—they usually aren’t that
time of day—the drunk guy would probably have hit our car.
Apparently, he was going way too fast. Drunk plus rain. He wasn’t hurt.
That’s the drunk guy’s car being hauled away (in the pic)
Thankful there were no neighbors out walking or kids out playing.
A series of unfortunate events indeed.
On our way to pack boxes at Churches of Christ Disaster Relief in Nashville
Hubby Neil and my sister Jane filling boxes as we move them down the roller belt
This warehouse is usually filled with probably a hundred or more people who
work for two solid hours to fill 1500 boxes of food and supplies. But because
of the virus, small groups come to pack as much as can be done in two hours.
I think we packed 275 boxes. Not too bad for a skeleton crew.
March 19
Time for the second shot
As we were pulling in here, one of the health department crew actually said,
“Don’t leave the tunnel without getting your shot.”
Wait. Why are we here?
Can we throw away the masks now?
March 20
Knox was here for a sleepover. We watched Guardians of the Galaxy.
11:00 PM Frosty run. Because we are just that wild and crazy.
March 21
My nieces Sarah and Julia with Ella. Somebody’s got pigtails!
March 23
The squirrels have been sliding off this metal bird feeder ever since we
hung it last Fall. It’s been a hoot to watch. But they are persistent little acrobats and apparently love
a challenge. At least one of them has finally figured it out.
Perseverance pays off.
Straight outta Lowe's
Neil figured the living room floor was as good a place as any
to unpack the new toilet. Ask him about the fun time
he had installing the thing.
The bathroom makeover continues ….
March 23
Got her a new shiny pink ball to kick around the back yard
March 26
She had to have this pretty little grape hyacinth
and proceeded to pick all the “grapes” off
March 26
Would have been my mom’s 100th birthday
She sure did love her cheese Krystals
The Handy Man Can
He installed the new faucets and drains
The bathroom makeover continues ….
March 2021 will end as the 2nd wettest March on record in our town,
and this month ranks as the 6th wettest EVER, according to our local weather guy.
We had five feet of water in our basement after the past week’s rain.
Sump pump decided not to pump. Neil thinks the electrical cord shorted out.Timing is everything.But the redbuds and dogwoods are blooming and everything’s green again.
So it’s all good.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature
--the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.
~Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
