Little house light with Grandmommy.
Golf lesson with Grandfather.
Wallace was captivated.
Ellen always finds the flowers.
More antics with Uncle Chris.
And Julien, contemplating amidst all the cousin chaos.
What you don’t see is how completely overwhelmed I am feeling on this night.
Photography is good at hiding as well as revealing.
His gesture pretty much says it all.
All nine cousins.
Two boys in a tiny tent.
Acro Yoga with Uncle James.
What I can’t capture is the smell of this summer night.
And the sound of the wind in the aspen trees.
I have a tremendous amount to say about flowers in July – and most of it comes out in the form of poetry and photographs.
this day selling flowers at the art fair
thanks to Grandmommy
because my head was too full of house project lists to think about
but flowers –
what could be more important than flowers?
See the sunshine
captured within these glorious petals?
they will dry out
with all their goodness preserved —
and we will soak them in sweet oil, for weeks,
and squeeze out the golden essence
and combine it with beeswax
and pour it into a beautiful little jar
And you will carry it
in your pocket
all winter long,
dreaming of sunshine
as you smooth summer into your skin.
I’m saving them for you.
because they are my givingness:
and having all I need.
Remember the wild rosebush?
Endless projects around here.
Uncle Scott helping.
Getting everything ready for August.
Little man in tool heaven.
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.
The smell here.
White pines, sand, lake air, and boardwalk.
If only I could capture the blend of fragrance and embed it into a photograph . . .
Taking an afternoon off from cleaning to gather around the table together with dear family, and paint.
my brother and my little bud
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.
It was a good life you had there in the lovely forest land, ladies.