Sun peeked over the tree line, through the fog and made the chickens seem to glow against the glistening grass. It was cold enough to give me a little pep in my step as I ran out in my pajamas to let out the chickens and check on the broilers. The cows bellowed from the next pasture over, apparently recognizing my half skipping gait, and as I turned the door knob to follow my toddler inside, I ran into a locked door with my face.

Bless her heart toddler Q had deadbolt ed the door and locked me out. One of her many skills that she’s acquired at the ripe age of 2.5 going on 13, her door maneuvering has made it tricky to contain her or for me to get back into the house if I forgot to pocket the keys. 

This morning as I sat down to nurse little man J, she ran out to ‘rescue a chicken’ that had flown the fence. The chicken was fine, but she was out of the door lickity-split with bright purple shoes and no pants to rescue the chicken formally known as the New Gramma (because old gramma had an accident with a predator this fall.) True to form Q picked up that chicken and waited for me to open the gate which proved to be difficult since I was chasing her with shoes half on and a baby half asleep on my hip.

It’s easy to be energized on sunny spring days. To dream, and scheme and marinate on what the sunny months will bring. Today was a day for magical moments, toddler gallavants, childhood memory making and laughter as we did chores for 2 hours when they should only taken 20 minutes. The daffodils are peeking through green buds while the song birds chirp with the afternoon sun and I let the energy of these days motivate me for the hectic season to come.