The rain woke me this morning. It was a gentle but constant rain and I loved it. The children slept on and on so I curled in my bed and read a handful of chapters of Oliver Wiswell. It is a gargantuan book by Kenneth Roberts and I love it like I love the rain. My only complaint is that I wish I had more gray mornings to lounge in bed and read it.
When we lived in The Netherlands it rained at least once a day for 2/3 of the year. I learned to carry an umbrella and also to not let the rain stop me from riding my bike to the store. The Dutch do everything in the rain. Women wear high heels and ride their bikes to work.
Today we checked out the rushing water in the brook and then came in to bake stuff.
We made peanut butter cookies and zucchini bread. Don’t I sound like a good mother? The truth is I got a little snarky and had to force myself to be patient…especially when Henry fork flattened the cookies like a maniac.
But it’s okay, right? I mean, kids try their mothers patience and the mothers feed them cookies. Then the children wipe the crumbs on the floor and the mothers think about getting a dog so they will never have to wipe crumbs up again.