4.01.2018

love, love, love, love, crazy love


Claire came to me recently with a 'confession' of sorts.  "Mama, I maybe wrote on my wall.  You know the part by the closet?  I wrote on it.  But it was so so tiny and it was with pencil, and......"

I assured her I had no problem with it.  And I think she even knew it was Van Morrison, so..... that's kind of a win in and of itself, I'd say.

We head south tomorrow~ first to the beach to set up camp with some friends, then two days down to Florida to visit my grandmother in her new assisted living facility (I've not seen her since Claire and I took a trip down together before she moved into assisted living about a year and a half ago- if I'm completely honest with myself, the reason I've yet to go is that I've been selfishly steeling my heart for the visit and the very likely possibility that she won't know me anymore..... deep breath.), arm then back to camp at the beach for a couple more days before returning home.  I'm excited and anxious about the visit with my grandma, my Mamau, but I know that salty ocean air will help carry me through.


3.26.2018

flowers. light. food.














Flowers in a sunny windowsill.

Surely one of life's sweetest simple pleasures, I think.  While it is a common site for us to have a few bouquets of fresh backyard flowers around the house once the season really gets going, there is just something about those first flower bouquets of the year.  Most of these ended up being collected just in time for a hard freeze (well, the tulips were a gift from my main squeeze, but the others, anyway) occurring in between stretches of warm sunny days,  as our late winter/early spring days have been very............. back and forth.  As they often are.  As, I suppose, they are meant to be.

Spring has never been my favorite season~ it's just so hard to compete with fall in my book.  This year however, much as I've learned to treasure the quiet and inward bundle-up-by-the-fire pace and pause of winter, I have so anticipated spring and I am quite literally out basking in it's warm glow and sinking my hands into the soil whenever the opportunity arises.  The flowers are, of course, a big happy bonus.


Also, food.  Lunch, tahini-almond flour cookies (SO good!), pumpkin 'bread', a small addition to the maple syrup stash (we were able to tap a couple trees again this year and ended up with a bit over a gallon- a smaller haul than our usual, but I suppose that just means we'll treasure it all the more), and some newly bottled cider from last fall's pressing.  yum, yum, yum.










2.28.2018

homeschool days


Second grade is coming along just fine.  Just about 2/3 of the way through, which, even though we were close to the wood stove the other night, makes me daydream of warm summer days coming.  I must say, I myself am learning (re-learning?) a lot.  It's good, the re-learning.

While there are mornings that we falter a bit to find our groove (usually the mornings I give in to that call to take things super slow and easy, which sounds so appealing but often leads to frustrations and a bit of eye-rolling when it is time to get down to work...), mostly, things are going quite smoothly.

We continue to begin the morning with a bit of math (lately multiplication, measuring, fractions) and language (a mix of spelling, cursive, grammar, creative writing, and read-aloud), and then follow those with social studies (current events, history, and our continent studies- currently Europe), science (most often nature studies and biology), and a bit of piano practice before heading to art class together for the afternoon.  Some mornings there are either horseback riding or piano lessons (the ukuleles have fallen to the side for the time being, though they still get picked up on occasion).  One morning a week we help out at a local nonprofit's food distribution market, and that has been such a wonderful and worthwhile addition to our week.  Sometimes it is just Claire and I and sometimes papa makes it, too~ I think it inspires all three of us to look for more ways we can serve our community.  It's good.

In between the actual sit-down-at-the-table-and-work parts of the morning we fit in some breaks and art and, as the weather warms, garden and outdoor chores and tasks.  I've been sifting and spreading the compost and doing a bit of prep work in the garden beds.  On Monday we readied some beds and planted spinach and peas, seeded some calendula and larkspur and poppies.  A bit early, yes, but we'll see.  Sometimes it is just too hard to resist the call to get in the soil that certain warm late-winter  days seem to put out.  I am weak when it comes to that.  I will nearly always give in and risk putting some seeds in.  The hardy ones, at least.  What can I say?  We are eating over-wintered greens out of the garden beds and spying daffodils and dandelions and violets peeking up, so there's that.  She was happy to join in, tucking peas below the warmish soil and neatening up her fairy garden to give the blooming pansies and daffodils a bit of breathing room.

Soon the phlox and primroses and tulips will bloom.  And then the hawthorne, the lilac.  Irises.  Our wisteria is covered in hundreds of buds and I watch it anxiously- hoping so much to see the long purple flowers covering the bush and the arbor it has grown up and over but knowing that if the last couple years are any indication of how things will go then the buds will bite it in a hard frost and then fall to the ground, crispy and brown.  Fingers crossed.  How pretty it could be.

2.05.2018

eight is great


a little get together with a few close friends (blueberry muffins and ice cream for dessert, as per her request) a couple days before and then on her birthday- waking to a house full of decorations, pancakes for breakfast, a trip to the serpentarium, an attempt at bicycle shopping, ice cream for lunch, a movie in the afternoon, and spaghetti & meatballs for dinner.  her favorite gift of all was a quill and ink set from a good buddy.

hello, 8.










1.22.2018

winter bits :: snowy days, home days



























we had a good, big snow a couple weeks ago.  it was such fun.  we built a snow family (and a little snow unicorn!), there was hot cocoa, snow play, tea, movies, loads of time by the fire, lots of reading Harry Potter together.... we went to some nearby falls and it was such a treat to see them frozen almost solid, with just a trickle of water running below.  last week we had another snowfall- just a couple inches, but it hung around for days.  it has been such a nice change of pace for winter to actually feel like winter this year.