Laughing in the lupin.
Hiding in the ferns.
Dancing through the woods, mosquitos following close behind.
Eyeing fields of buttercups.
Rescuing critters here and there.
Finding the need to cool off in the lake most days.
Lazy Saturdays are country market days. Romping with friends, choosing a pastry, planning dinner with local ingredients, lounging on the hillside in the shade of a wild apple tree, melodies mixing with the breeze. It really is this carefree and idyllic. So easy to chat the day away without a care for the chores awaiting you at home. How I love the farmers who grow, harvest, pack up and haul their wares to town. Yum!On a crafty note – this is a skirt I stitched as a gift for my sister from the Alabama Stitch Book by Natalie Chanin. It’s two XXL t-shirts in grey for the top layer, and two black t-shirts for the bottom layer. All hand stitched with a rose stencil painted in black and then cut away to reveal the under layer. The skirt and the stitching came out great but unfortunately I used too much spray adhesive in adhering the stencil and there is a bit of sticky goo left!! Grrrr. It has been washed to no avail so now I need to get more creative. I thought perhaps to stick it in the freezer and try to scrape it off?! Idea’s welcome. Maybe just wearing it nonetheless would be the best option. I can almost see it here on the hill with some flip-flops at the market.
My boys are hugely motivated as all children are, to be BIG! They tell me stories, half true, partly fabricated about the things they did as babies. It’s sweet and endearing to hear them list the things they now know with bluster and pride. On the way to school one day Oliver gave this account of all the things he knows :
“Mom, I know lots of stuff. Like I know you don’t take some one else’s wood, and I know you don’t poop right in front of someones house, and I know that if you cut down a tree in the woods you yell pimber.” To which Emmett yells, “It’s timber!”. Oliver then shrieks “PIMBER!”, which starts a sibling yelling match.
You say timber, I say pimber, let’s call the whole thing off. I drive peacefully on, committing the entire moment to memory and feeling thankful that they have perhaps finally learned not to poop in front of someone’s house!
The thing is, they ARE getting bigger. All of a sudden I see their long bodies stretched out in their little beds and realize, oh dear, they will in fact not be small forever. A thought that had previously loomed large in my moments of overwhelmed mamahood! So I am taking it slower, this growing up business. I am finding a bit more time to document their smallness, the size of their still tiny hands and their need for 700 hugs from Mama everyday. Doing my best to soak in all that small.
It funny you do the “inside all day” thing a lot in the winter but something about doing it all over again in the Spring makes you a little um…. batty. So it’s good to regroup, really get into being WET, and find just a few more things to do inside.
Sailing a new boat down a rushing stream,