Independence Day...

Several significant events have occurred in our family on Independence Day weekend, quite serendipitously.  Here is the list: 

• Chris and I met each other 39 years ago this weekend. 
• We discovered we were pregnant 34 years ago this weekend. 
• We moved from Massachusetts to our first house in Memphis 33 years ago this weekend. 
• We moved from Memphis to Maine 19 years ago this weekend (best decision EVER!)

We don't do anything special to celebrate, but we note the occasion and think fondly back at all these major life happenings that coincided with fireworks. Today we spent quietly, working side by side and enjoying some time in the yard by the fire ring, being peaceful. It was good. 

I did a little puttering in the garden, planting some annuals that I had put off getting in the ground. Chris and his trusty chain saw cut down 105 small pine trees, making a dent in that big project. 

Clack took a snooze in the bird bath, making me grin.  

I am enjoying the new Nigerian Dwarf goats so much. They are friendly and cute, and their milk is delicious. Today, they were brave enough to venture through the gate into the upper pasture for the first time. There they found all kinds of delicacies to nibble on. They didn't stay long, but I imagine they will explore a bit more as the days go by. 

An industrious pair of Bluebirds are nesting in one of the houses we put out for them. Watching them swoop in carrying beaks full of bugs to feed their nestlings is a joy. 

Last night the Owlet had a sleepover here. She snuggled in contentedly and never cried. I didn't sleep much, constantly checking on her, listening to her breathe, watching her move as she slumbered. Sometimes she smiles in her sleep, and once, she even laughed. She woke up happy, enjoyed a breakfast cooked by her Pop-Pop, and had a splashy bath. Then she was off with her mama for a busy day, leaving me feeling endlessly fortunate as I always do, especially on this Independence Day weekend.