Watercolors

Impromptu painting
this afternoon at the table —
the table around which so much centers:
family meals, conversations,
stories, questions, projects, colors, abundance . . .
Our couch may be tattered
and our table may be worn,
but we are here living together
with our hearts open
and our eyes filled with wonder.

Big Glen

I was pretty nervous about being on a boat for four hours with Wallace. Tight quarters + a toddler didn’t sound like a good idea to me . . . but after a rough start he loved the adventure, and watching cousins and uncles on the tube made all the baby antics worth the trip.

Better Blueberries

We took a wrong turn on the way to the blueberry farm. The blueberries were mushy. Mosquitos swarmed us, especially little Wallace with his milky baby blood. I had dressed for an overcast morning not for full sun at noon. Our lunch was soggy and Wallace wet his pants.

But we were with Grandfather. And being with Grandfather makes everything better. Conversations with him during the long car ride there and back again made it all worthwhile.

(I still wish we had come home with a basket of better blueberries. . . )

Morning Flowers

Early on Saturday morning, Grandmommy arrived with flowers and her gift for making beautiful floral arrangements. She and the girls worked together to create thirty-some bouquets for the Art Festival. Watching them create floral art together in the morning light was a beautiful image that I carried with me all day . . . and well into the next.

Later that evening, the dolls had a romantic dinner under the canopy of the leftover bouquets.