I see it's been a bit since I've posted.
Our days are full. Phil is busy with school, and working part-time on top of things. Our time all together is precious. We've had visits from old friends (first Dan, then Nadia - drat too few photos to prove it!), potlucks, and now spending SO much wonderful time outside.
Sigrid & Maria & I have established our own camp in the woods. We call it Hawthorn Village Camp. We usually have a tiny fire, and they perch on the moss covered logs & eat snacks. There are many logs to drive/climb/bounce upon, and a troll house. And log bridges to balance over muddy paths. It's wonderful.
Lately I've been asking myself, when considering the day, my crazy to-do list & potential frazzle before me,
"What is the slowest thing I can do today?"
I still slog through the list (or don't), but sometimes I stay home instead of running to town just because I have a car and a list of shopping. Sometimes I do the same things, but the question in my mind keeps me present to the joy that is in these simple days.
Dandelion hunter (she still loves to chew them - seems to like bitterness)
Every meal and/or snack served on the porch is many times better
The dream fulfilled!
Phil's first stand-up-paddleboard experience!
Watching Papa, and ducks
He paddled off in a blaze of glory
Porch breakfast! A great way to start the day
Papa ties the best blankie-toga. (Another great way to start the day.)
Happy day to all.