The day after we got home from Pittsburgh they filled the house with flowers again.
Our garden has never been so lush. June rains, warm nights, balmy days . . . and five days away. . . suddenly we have a garden jungle to attend to!
Watching them paint together
on the porch
with a July breeze
and tan arms.
This is it.
This is belonging.
Playing with his beloved “bat ball” just got a lot more exciting!
My morning view, courtesy of Ellen Marie.
Abundance in the garden, for our neighbor.
She’s a little lady chicken (or so we hope!), and her name is Earl.
Our beautiful dreamer.
I’m spending more time in June writing and less time taking photographs. I feel a bit like this beautiful sleeping baby: resting in the afternoon air — closing my eyes to the vibrant patterns of light and travelling within.
It’s a bit of a mystery, isn’t it? What lies within a little sleeping soul?
When I was cleaning up the kitchen this morning, I got a little distracted by tiny treasures that accumulate in the corners. Instead of scrubbing, I ending up fiddling around and filling this printer’s drawer with our finds.
The chicks aren’t even three weeks old yet and they are starting to look like teenagers!