A sunny picnic table kitchen, set with an assortment of "mud dishes."
A wee snail guest, who came to join our (pretend) birthday celebration.
Fragrant fresh mint "salad" and chive "candy", harvested just in time for the party.
Dandelion and mud "chocolates" and comfrey flower candy.
Fresh white violets for all.
The stump table is set (and small bare feet are welcome on the table at this celebration). The pretend birthday party begins…
Sometimes we bounce back from a hard couple of days by just being. Not going to the library. Not doing big projects. Not playing with friends. Nothing big or fancy our out-of-the-ordinary. Just being in the quiet space of our world. That was today. A make believe party. A few books read in the sunshine of the backyard. An abundance of quiet time with our hands in the dirt. Good simple food and cold milk.
Lots and lots of ordinary.
(And as the party wore on and I pretended to eat my food, Lupine exclaimed, "Mama, you can actually eat everything but the mud!" I glanced around my plate. Oh! So true.)
A quiet, ordinary, exceptional day…