157 :: Caught


They play this game in which Chris (my brother) hides and they try to find him, and then he runs away and they chase him and chase him.  When they catch him — if they catch him — they tie him up.  There is much laugher and screaming and often bloody scratches on legs and feet.  They love it.


156 :: Blossoms


Teach the children.  We don’t matter so much, but the children do.  Show them daisies and the pale hepatica.  Teach them the taste of sassafras and wintergreen.  The lives of the blue sailors, mallow, sunbursts, the moccasin-flowers.  And the frisky ones — inkberry, lamb’s quarters, blueberries.  And the aromatic ones — rosemary, oregano.  Give them peppermint to put in their pockets as they go to school.  Give them the fields and the woods and the possibility of the world salvaged from the lords of profit.  Stand them in the stream, head them upstream, rejoice as they learn to love this green space they live in, its sticks and leaves and then the silent, beautiful blossoms.

Attention is the beginning of devotion.

— Mary Oliver

154 :: Second Cousin Love


My cousin and her husband and their sweet, sweet baby girl (visiting from Washington DC) spent the night with us.  I loved talking with them so much.  Even though this is their first baby and this is our third baby, I learned so much from our conversations — listening to how they have been growing into parenthood, getting to know their baby, wanting the best for her.  Babylove is truly a joy to witness.