To take advantage of the wonderful spring weather, flowers and rare-for-Jordan green hills, we went to Ajloun this past weekend, even after the last two week of travels with Jack & Barbara. We'd originally planned to go with J&B to Ajloun on the first weekend they arrived (I had organized a big group of friends to go up, too), but the weather turned cold and rainy so we bagged it. Nice as the spring weather can be: bright blue skies, warm sun and cool breeze, the weather can suddenly change and be grey and dusty with a strong wind that's sometimes wet. They call this period of spring khamseen (meaning 50) for the 50 or so days when the weather flip flops due to the dust clouds blowing north from the Arabian peninsula.
And unfortunately we had bad luck again: partly cloudy, the wind a bit too cool. It was do-able though: we were able to get us a dose of nature. The kids climbed trees, ran trails, picked flowers, flew a kite, tossed a ball, picnicked and followed the short, dramatic life of insects.
I found that I am still anxious at night while camping - some mothering thing. It was very cold, and I was half-consciously worried the kids would catch their death if they kicked off their blankets. I was surprised at how deeply appreciative I was to be back home.
It makes for good memories though, like Miles asking me to sing lullabies to the tent full of kids and requesting the old Brigham favorite "little milo dear, little milo dear, the night is very near..." but with a new verse for each child, which they thankfully fell asleep to.
Another nice memory: Eliza climbed up a tree to an adult's shoulder's height with no help at all. That girl has spunk!
Here Miles leads the children in a rousing chant of nonsensical hilarity.
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