Some afternoons feel like a movie of small, ordinary joys. I’m a mom in my forties juggling school carpools, snacks that need reheating, and a never-ending pile of art projects from my two kids, ages eight and eleven. Our neighborhood block has become a comforting background – Mrs. Jensen’s dog barking at morning mail, kids racing their bikes past our porch, and the smell of pancakes on slow Saturdays. Those little routines make our house feel like home, and I love adding tiny handmade touches that the kids notice and the neighbors compliment. Lately I’ve been experimenting with tiny green…