Mosaic Momma

This morning, I was thinking about the Yiddish proverb, "Man plans, God laughs." You see, it's my youngest son, Camden's second birthday today -- the son that I didn't plan on having. The son that caused the little blue positive line on the pregnancy test that rocked my world two years and nine (really more like eight) months ago. I'm a planner. I freely admit it. I spend a good amount of time creating and reviewing our family calendar to keep all our appointments and activities running smoothly. And, although I'm not a huge fan of accounting, I find a lot of satisfaction in planning our monthly budget and allocating money to here and there. Although it's only May, I enjoy thinking about what we're going to be doing this summer, booking vacations or hotel rooms and even thinking about the Fall when school starts up again. My motto is that things run smoother with a plan in place. However, don't get me wrong. I really like the idea of c...

I don't know what came over me, but I planted a real live garden yesterday. Maybe the mild success I've had with sewing went to my head. Or maybe it was seeing posts of some of my good friends who were literally enjoying the fruits of their gardening labor. But, I really do think that there is a part of me that does long for that simple grounded connection of the pioneer woman spirit. And plus, it appears that now it's even my patriotic duty according to Uncle Sam. It is a bit unsettling to realize that we're actually not too many decades away from most everyone in rural cities having some sort of garden. And, even city dwellers had community gardens or were closer to where their local produce came from. I really do think that gardening and growing is in our genetic make-up in some manner. I also have to admit to really liking the idea of saving some money by supplying our own produce rather than paying for it at the store. So, with all that on my mind, I took th...