03/04/2026
The week started grey and stayed that way. Ah, Michigan in April. ☔️
But our little house stayed full, and somewhere between the rain showers and the seed trays and the chalk-painted driveway, I kept catching myself appreciating the tiny bright moments.
The marigold seedlings came up. All of them. I’ve been checking that tray every morning like it owes me something, and this week it finally delivered.
The first daffodil opened in the garden beds. Quietly, in the rain, alone. Which felt like exactly the kind of thing you should stop walking and notice.
We picked violets from the yard. The girls and I. We’re making homemade violet syrup and it turns the most impossible purple color, I can’t wait to make sodas and matcha with it, More on that soon.
Daphne watercolored more masterpieces than our fridge could hold. And all in a princess dress, of course.
Then NASA launched Artemis II. We watched it live, and I had a *moment* just absorbing that I got to watch a woman from our own city of Grand Rapids heading to the moon with my daughters. The world is heavy but on Wednesday I was able to tell my kids in truth that thy can do anything they dream of, and that’s no small thing.
These are the days I’ll remember, when school looks like talking about how seeds grow and how a rocket works while living it in real time.
The rain cleared today and I whipped up some quick chalk paint and set them to work on our front walk. It was all giggles and rainbows. They are my bright spot. Always.
🌿 Save this if you’re also learning to love the grey ones and tell me: should I make a chalk paint tutorial or violet syrup recipe first?
