Morning Mist

193 :: Morning Mist

I see you there
walking behind me
as if you’d like to disappear
into the white mist with your black dog.

Let it swallow you up:
all your beautiful long legs,
curly hair covering
deep-seeing eyes —
hide
if you must.

But, please, know this:
I will keep walking with you.
I will keep walking
right on through
the mistakes I have made
over the past 13 years,
since I carried you inside
of me,
knowing so little
about who you were
and who I would need to become
to be your mother.

And, oh,
my dear child,
I love you like the wind
on a soft summer morning
resting on the edges
of the orchard,
ready to blow away
the thick air
surrounding us.

I see you
even
in the morning
mist.

Dog Days of Summer

169 :: Morning Walk

Theo boy is living a dog’s life over here. And growing so fast! He has tripled in size since we brought him home two months ago. The girls have been diligently training, walking, washing, brushing, giving swimming lessons . . . and generally taking Theo out to explore the world. I know I’ve said this before, probably a dozen times, but I just love to watch them nurture their pup.

168 :: Lavande

169 :: Shake

171 :: Baby Dog

172 :: Sister Photo Shoot

172 :: More Training

178 :: Under the Umbrella

178 :: Wet Doggie, Dog

182 :: Littermates

184 :: Evening Light

Welcome Back to the Jungle

159 :: The "Lawn"

This is what the “lawn” looks like after six weeks away.

165 :: Garden Jungle

And the garden is a jungle. But at least there is kale growing in the jungle. And lots of garlic. Oh, and volunteer plants I would have weeded out weeks ago. How I love the volunteers. And so they get to stay. Nasturtiums in the garlic beds. Cosmos in the onions. Calendula everywhere. Hundreds of borage plants for the bees.

160 :: Chef

166 :: Minty

The garden is wild. The children have not brushed their hair in days. The puppy is happy.

162 :: Theo Boy

The chickens are settling back in.

161 :: Bird

And sometimes Amabel and I spend the morning collecting beautiful bits of plants and arranging them just so, creating this lovely, yet rather pointless assortment . . . instead of weeding, but . . . it’s lovely here, in the jungle, isn’t it?

165 :: Making Order

Happy Hennies

153 :: Chicken Boy

The ladies had such freedom in the Gousty woods. Coming and going as they pleased. Scratching and pecking for bugs in the mulch. Visiting us on the porch steps at lunchtime. Following Susie like loyal puppies, eager for compost.

152 :: Chicken Steps

It was a good life you had there in the lovely forest land, ladies.

141 :: Hammock

149 :: Henny

Puppy Paradise

(Top photo by Aunt Kim!)

It’s puppy paradise around here. Aunt Kim and Cousin Cora brought home one of Theo’s sisters, Chole! The girls are certain that the two pups remember each other from their days as litter mates.

142 :: Littermates

And cousin Frances has a puppy too! Humphrey came over for a puppy play date and the two little doodles wore themselves out with tumbling around and around all over Gousty.

143 :: Cousin Puppies

144 :: Humphrey

Gousty in the Mist

137 :: Misty Gousty

Misty Gousty walks with James and Maia. Watching all the little leaves unfurl. Hens exploring the forest. Wallace maintaining order with a long metal rod. (Where did that come from?) Greenhouse full of baby plants. Rock wall sprouting lilies of the valley. Oh, spring. I love you.

137 :: Chicken Escape

137 :: Opening Scene