Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous. Sixty-five degrees of sunny bliss.

The wee beasts were at daycare, but between fetching them and having supper, we took them on a Nature Walk around the neighborhood. We spotted several kinds of pine cones, new leaves, and even a bird’s egg that had fallen to the ground. It was cracked open and oozing yellow yolk which made the Beasts even more intrigued. We cracked it open and saw little birdy guts. Thrilling.

Then at bed time I made a promise that we would go to the park to play today since they would be home with me. I had checked the forecast. Honest. It was supposed to be a repeat of that day. But alas…anyone who lives in the Midwest should know not to make promises based on weather forecasts that are more than 20 minutes in the future. Sometimes even 20 minutes is a stretch.

So today it’s now dreary and raining. I expected to hear cries, have a wailing and flailing fest, and deal with poutiness all day. But they have actually been pretty good.

Big A even announced “It’s such a happy day because the rain grows flowers and worms.”

Hmmm, quite profound. I never thought about the rain growing worms, but he might be on to something there. They do pop out of the ground and wriggle all around the sidewalk when it rains.

Of course, he was also peeking over my shoulder this morning when I was getting my daily dose of The Pioneer Woman and she had instructions for making flower and worm cake and ice cream treats.

The Pioneer Woman's flower treats

And her worm version for boys

If the beasts are still good this afternoon, we might have to make a run to the store for ingredients. The rain might grow some worms for him after all.