Thursday

Notice how there isn't a matching one in the lot? That many socks, wow.

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Where I want to be

Morning Sunshine

My heart feels all heavy these days. Thank goodness for these two. :)

Happy Boy Day

A load of dirt, super exciting stuff here.  He's already made roads and has most of his equipment out there.  He was out there at 7:45 this morning playing and talking away to himself. So sweet.

King of the hill

Funny look, mischief.  He looks like my nephew Luke here.  :)

Spinning the World

Wanted to share this writing by Juliett Jade Quail,  How to transform a suburb into a community......

break down the backyard fences and use the wood to make a big fire, burn through the isolation and light a flame of union.  the cherry trees breathe easier, stretch their branches crazy wide and shake their rusted auburn-green leaves all directions, free.  let the children and the dogs run around and mingle, share their storybooks and trains, toy pianos and counting games.  trade your cherry tomatoes for their cucumbers and melons. pick a hundred figs, eat 29 and give the rest away.  lose all the lawn mowers and get a herd of goats. put all your tvs together to construct a backyard stage, where you are the star and the audience looks you in the eye and smiles. you teach me all your capoeira moves, i convert your mercedes to biodiesel.  you make dinner for us on sunday, enough cous cous and lentil soup to feed an army of peace warriors.  i pit the plums and make a mountain of marmalade monday night.  when i need a flathead screwdriver, i knock on your door instead of driving to the hardward store.  when you have a headache i give you energy work and a massage. one laundry machine and 21 clotheslines. laughter and lavender tea, telling stories late at night. this is how we do it. deconstructing into oneness, a new village reawakening ancient ways.  

Just putting it out there.  What if we stopped living the culture of fear and instead chose to live in trust, love, and with open hearts?  The part at the end "deconstructing into oneness" gets me.... BE the change you want to see.

Growing and Little all at the Same Time

Wes: "Mama, I went poop in the grass!!"
Me: Really?... great(sarcasm) . Wes, can you show me where the poop is so I can pick it up?
Wes: "Sure mom, yeah. Right here."
Me: seriously close to gagging... taking poop to the toilet to flush it.
       "Wes... you want to poop in the potty next time?"
Wes: "No way, I looovvee pooping in the grass.
Me: ughgh (resignation).... Wessy should we just put your diaper back on?
Wes: "Nope. Love the grass mama. "


Since being back from Hawaii, Wes is going no diaper, just at night which is awesome but so much more work right now.  Abby just back from her first backpacking trip, 3 days in the woods with her school and came back all smiles, missing us, and really missing her brother so tonight she slept in his bed, all snugged up with him.  They are growing up, it is so wild.

Leaving for backpacking. Greywolf River Trail.

When Abs got home I couldn't find them, they were outside in the yard talking it up- so sweet.

Wessy the day after getting back from vacation- he couldn't wait to get his overalls back on. :)

Kinkaid Island

The woods on Kinkaid- the smell in here is unbelievable. Like the earth, and life, and spring, and everything organic.

The big river

Fairy digs

The climber, she is spending a lot of time in trees these days

Mother's Day garden

Planting.

Shelling Peas

The sawdust crew

Ahh.... also one of my favorite sights! 

Evening rides down the road, one of my favorite things.

Washington Harbor

Wessy riding all the way down to the ducks.

Abby baby getting all grown up. *sigh*

I want to write on here, I want to post pictures but my body and mind are screaming- you are too tired, go to bed. I will relent but soon pictures and some words. Happy Mothers Day to all the Mamas, you make the world go round.

Thought for the day...

Just some pictures I liked that were in the archives.  Happy Monday to you all. Hope your day was full of peace.

This is Abby's new 4-H heifer.  Right now we are calling her Itsy-Bitsy.
She is a miracle baby. Her mama was very sick through most of the pregnancy, She is my nephew Jake's cow.  They weren't sure if the calf would be alive because she was so sick but she was.  The mama survived just long enough to get this little bitty girl out and then died soon after.  She is tiny, the size that twins usually are when there isn't enough room.  She is sweet, energetic, and a little spit fire. PERFECT for Abs.  

Its almost feeding time, the calf is trying to find milk in her armpit. :)

Some Glitter

Abby's last BBall game tonight- they lost their first game of the year, none of her shots went in, but she played like crazy. So proud of her.

This is crazy boy in motion with his cousin Liam's zuit suit on.  He  is so sweet and also soooo flipping loud....

Corn on the cob in February- thank you costco, this boy is crazy for it. Maybe he is just crazy for the small  very sharp corn shaped objects you get to "spear" in the ends

Abs turning 9 and finally getting her ears pierced.  Her Papa threatened 16 but in the end 9 seemed good, too.

A Nod to Creating

I read some things today in a book about numbers.

Adding together and getting who you are.  

Its wild to read to yourself, out loud to others, things about yourself that you thought only you knew.

I'm not sure what it confirms.... that the world is numerically based, that we're all meant to be just how we are.

Sure there are things that are easy for each and in turn things that are hard but it makes the whole.

To just decide to like it, to be easier on others, to be more understanding and to take things less personal.

That maybe its not because something is wrong but because its just the way we are and we get to decide to stay on, to stay the course, or change direction.  

I feel far away from myself and a strong need to create.

To create space.... and time..... something tangible..... to run.....to emote somewhere safe that others won't have to be effected by it or feel it in some personal way..... the lack of expectations.  Sounds like running away but maybe its running to.....    

Doing

There are days when every minute is accounted for before you even get out of bed.
Unavoidable sometimes, self inflicted, others.
You work so hard and give so much for those you love, things you feel are important.
But sometimes at the end of that day in doing all those tasks,
you didn't touch much,
you didn't have time to read when they asked,
to just "be" right beside them,
to crawl in bed with him.
Will they know I am loving by the tasks and the doing? or will they think back and wonder where I was?
Unable to remember.....