L’s room is starting to come together bit by bit. And it’s becoming the happiest little room. (I put up those Sarah Jane prints today. I’ve had them for a hypothetical little girl’s room since before we had any babies.)

L’s room is starting to come together bit by bit. And it’s becoming the happiest little room. (I put up those Sarah Jane prints today. I’ve had them for a hypothetical little girl’s room since before we had any babies.)

Sewed some more subdued pillows last night - a couple of pale robins egg linen covers and a ticking stripe one. Feels more farmhousey to me. #stopitautocorrect #farmhouseyisaword #wellnowitis

Sewed some more subdued pillows last night - a couple of pale robins egg linen covers and a ticking stripe one. Feels more farmhousey to me. #stopitautocorrect #farmhouseyisaword #wellnowitis

Spring, you beautiful mess, you.

Spring, you beautiful mess, you.

Grow Your Own Easter Grass

Last year we had the longest winter of ever.  With an early Easter we were all longing for Spring pretty early and had to wait pretty long.  So as part of the Easter festivities/hoping for spring we decided to grow our own Easter grass.  It was redonkulously easy and super duper rewarding. (Hmmm… I may need to work on finding some more sophisticated adjectives…)

Start with your container(s)…

Pretty much anything goes.  I had these cheap plastic dishes from Superstore lying around, and thought they’d be cool so we could see the roots and get the whole plant-growing experience for my curious toddlers.  

(However, we kept the grass for a long time and they got pretty hard to clean at the end, so don’t use any dishes that are too precious.)

We put a decent amount of potting soil in each container, and lightly patted it down with our finger tips.  We generously sprinkled grass seed on top, watered generously, and patted the seeds down into the soil.  But just follow the instructions on your grass seed package.  We placed ours in a  reasonably sunny spot on the dining table.

Then we waited.

A couple days went by.

We began to give up hope.

And then…

A tiny little blade of reddish-brown grass!  Then another!  And another! And green!

We pretty much partied like it was 1999 every time we looked at our little grass sprouts.

And then, before we knew it, our grass was all tall and lanky and awkward like a 15-year-old growing a beard.  Except that we wanted to look at it.  Like, alllll the time.  Our sun-starved, green-craving, Spring senses kept being drawn over to the table to celebrate our little patch of life and colour.

To make our teenager grass a little more presentable, I trimmed it with scissors every few days.  We also watered it lightly every few days.  The grass just kept growing and thickening up.

We started about 3 and a half weeks before Easter and had lush grass for our Easter eggs to rest their pretty little selves in.

If you were less interested in seeing the dirt and roots, some colourful grosgrain ribbon wrapped around the bottom would look pretty.  But we liked marvelling at the growth, so we kept it bare.

I’m deciding if we want to grow some this year.  Easter is later, so I still might barely have time… but my optimistic side says perhaps it will be spring-like by then outside.  Though, in Saskatchewan, spring is the ugliest, brownest, dirtiest most kind of beautiful you can imagine… so maybe some clean green grass might still be a draw.

My ode to My Three

You
Make me wish
For more hours in a day
While
I simultaneously count down
The hours
Until
Daddy’s home
And bedtime.
Yet what I wouldn’t give
For hours upon hours
To hold each one of you
To hug you tightly
To stare in awe
At your sweet faces
To tell you in a brand new way
How immeasurably
I love you.
To listen to you:
A soft baby coo,
A silly nonsense story,
A profound life question.
And oh that I would always have
Patience to listen
And wisdom to answer.
I wish I had more hours to rock you slowly
To wrap you in a soft blanket and brush your hair out of your eyes.
More hours to push you on the swing, or climb over the mountains of snow.
More hours to read page after page of the stories you love.
More hours to study you, and hear you, and watch this little remarkable, fascinating individual God is crafting.
More hours to teach you everything about this wonderful world and the loving God who created it and you.
I wish my tired, limited body were able to hold you all and do it all, to demonstrate the swelling, aching, massive love in my heart for you three.
I wish I could explain how three such unique, exhausting, sometimes frustrating people hold such a precious place in my heart.
I wish I had more hours to pray and pray and pray every longing and thanksgiving and hope that is in my heart for you.
But alas,
My ability is limited.
My body is weak.
My patience runs out.
My tasks are many.
And my days and hours are short.
And so I pray
That in my insufficiency
You would find Him all-sufficient
And that He would take my human efforts
And make much of them
For your good
For his glory.
And somehow
That you might never doubt
That He loves you
And I love you
And that you are wonderful.

You are my treasures.

Photograph by  Patric Johansson, via Desire to Inspire

Photograph by  Patric Johanssonvia Desire to Inspire

Studio of Emma Leonard, photograph by Mishy Lane, via Studio Home

Studio of Emma Leonard, photograph by Mishy Lane, via Studio Home

Studio of Miranda Brooks, Lonny November 2012

Studio of Miranda Brooks, Lonny November 2012

Studio of Mettes Potteri

Studio of Mettes Potteri

Design by Jute Home

Design by Jute Home

Design by Jute Home

Design by Jute Home

Lotta Jansdotter Studio via Design*Sponge
Lotta Jansdotter Studio via Design*Sponge