fecundity, it is the season

Here they come up the walkway hand in hand.  All three of them! If you can not see one very well it is because she is only fourteen weeks old tucked beneath Emilie's heart, sheltered in  rib cage, cradled by a gentle , strong  pelvis , in a womb of her own.

Em , our girl since she was the age of  just barely three, her family had difficulties , Em stayed with me, She and Erik are "sibs".  On and off Emily lived with us or at least stayed over night frequently -went on vacations with us, Our  forever girl.  

(more baby lemons- they may or may not make it)

We lunched, Helen Congee, ( thank you Steve, for the stage name)  corn  sesame biscuits with emmental and grapes, Oat  coconut chocolate chip  bars, green tea with ginger root-  nutrition for a fourteen week old in utero child, named Flora. Oh my heart- baby having baby, I get it now, The overwhelming -ness of it all.  Usually I am skeptical of more humans adding to the plight of  an overly  populated planet - the weight the earth must carry- but I get it...I do...It is the gramma thing and it overwhelms utterly in spite of the world going to shite...Of course we worry and fret - life  thumbs its nose and continues renewing itself! 

We looked at the baby tomatoes, doing well considering that they have never seen the  sun.

The newly flowering window plants. 

 

And the raccoon mother to be on the deck, eating as much as is possible in the light of day before scurrying back to the woods for a nap.  Round, fecund springtime! 

And then they were off, walking back to their house across from the woods in-between theirs and ours. Carrying a bag full of groceries, gluten free treats, Kettle chips,  emmental, and two organic Swedish toothbrushes.  I gave Emily  a new coat to wear until she can no longer - by then it will be warm enough to dress lightly. 

OMG y'all!!! I.Can't. EVEN!