Just playing the fiddle watching the cottontails in the yard.

Easter

What are you looking at???

Gardener Babs

 

The small boy waits for seeds to grow.  This round: broccoli, cauliflower, leeks, onions.

Tea Time

Merry merry, you'ns.

Leaves

The colors of two weeks ago.

Dried Okra

 

Pumpkin Boy

Happy Halloweens out there. 

Varmint

Some people have groundhogs, some people have rabbits.  We have a small human who will literally eat the broccoli off the plant.  I have had to remind myself that this is a good problem to have.

Rockstar

Kitchen Concert.  Encore version of All You Need is Love.

Pink Shoes

This kid is so silly these days.

New Friends

These August days are flying by.  We can kill hours shooting the breeze on the front porch: watering things, picking things, pointing out bright birds, planting seeds.  We are barefoot, we are constantly grubby, we are all sleeping great.

(Photo by Leya)

Last weekend our family took a deep breath and had a big old blind date with another family, known to us only in the weird internetty way of things. 



These three rolled right over from the easterly part of this fine state, and jeezopete did we have fun.  There was dancing and jumping in traded boots and a campfire and river swimming and cape wearing and tunes on the porch and some birthday cake and a whole lot of laughing and some really fine talks about all manner of things.  I think Oscar will forever refer to our spare bedroom as "Leya's room" and pretty much every day he's got something to say about these three, like this from this morning:

O: Mama, remember Dustin?
M: Yes, I sure do. What do you remember about him?
O: Birfday candles.  Dustin and birfday candles.

[pause]

O: Mama, where's Felix?
M: Probably in Felix's house right about now.
O: Yeah.  He's prolly sleeping in his house.
M: In Leya's dreams. [It was eight in the morning.]

(Photo by Leya)

He's also got a lot to say about that baby in Leya's belly - what a treat to see that gal just before a new one joins them.  Eeeps.  Anyway, we'd do it again in a hot second and in fact we plan to.  Once that little bean gets settled in over there that is.  Thanks for the visit, Leya, Dustin, and Felix - you warmed our new house beyond measure.

Faces of Osh

Just before a haircut.  Seriously, I am his mama, I know it, but how pretty is that boy? 

We have been to far lands and back since I was last here.  Home to my family.  Into the wilds of moving a home.  Through the woods of unpacking.  Over the meadows of welcoming new friends into our new place (more on that later).  Into the trenches of a stomach virus (a first for the kid).

We love our new house.  The small human tears through its long parts, feet hammering the floor while shouting "I love this house!"  We are playing tunes on a porch where the eye sees little more than things that grow.  I am riding a bike through three pastures to work every morning.  We are harvesting armloads from the beautiful garden our friends left for us, tending to small fruit trees they left sweetly labeled for us.  Fall has been flirting at the edge of the heat.

Maine Girls

It's a happy coincidence that one of my BFFs lives right where my husband's family lives.  This day with her felt like such freedom.  We were eating at The Blue Spoon and if you are in the neighborhood someday you should be too (best BLT in the land, though watch out for the crusty crusts, they'll get your mouth).

Sweets

This small human is so sweet.  He is a giver of hugs around the legs, a kisser of just about anything that will hold still, a utterer of unprovoked "I love you, Mama" sayings.  There's piss and vinegar in there too, don't get me wrong.  Kid bit a hole through his lip this morning horsing around (blerg) and we hear our fair share of 'noooooooo.'  All of a piece.

Meadow

In about three weeks this will be our front yard.  These hot nights find us on the couch mentally planting fruit trees and berry bushes and wondering what the fireflies will look like in all that space.  We are painting and packing and trying to be patient.