Mother's day earthworm

My mother's day gift to myself was to learn to crochet. I did and un-did a few simple exercises just to start getting the hang of the basic stitches, and finally just decided to let this pink tube that was initially going to be a snake for Pasha turn into an imperfect earthworm for Pasha, instead. It has a few extra stitches stuck in here and there, and a few skinny spots (have another bowl, wormie) but it pleases me to have created something tangible, perfect or not. Much more satisfying to finish that last stitch than uploading yet another school paper, though it does probably rival the feeling of starting to grok statistics.

Actually, as far as crochet earthworms go, it's as perfect as it needs to be.

Joseph, the boys and I also planted two fig trees for the little ones, buried with blessings for each and some of Jack's dried placenta. Wanted to have some trees growing along with the littles through the years, something to feed them later, to give us all comfort. One is a regular fig tree, likely to grow big, and the other is dwarf variety.

"One is bigger and the other is more convenient," Joseph pointed out.

"Perfect!" I said, "Pasha's bigger and probably always will be, and Jack is rather 'convenient'."

"Yes," said Joseph, "So let's reverse it." And we did. (Pasha's tree is the more convenient dwarf, and Jack's is the larger one. May they never be bound by the world's perceptions!)