After we returned from the hospital, Zan had a date with our overgrown lawn, and I had a baby who needed to be held constantly and a deep yearning to enjoy some of the beautiful weather that we all seemed to be missing out on. So, Ergobaby and gumboots.
It was a bit magical. We didn't stay out long. Eleanor was tired and wanted to rest, though I could've carried on much longer, secretly hoping we would make it down through the woods and over the fence and along the road to where the wild roses are in bloom. It was not to be, but fortunately, this is where we live now. So maybe tomorrow, and the next day too because when the wild roses are in bloom, you pack the baby into his frontpack, grab the girl-child's hand, and you go and pick those roses.