. . . Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when. . .
— Pablo Neruda
Wallace is in this hilarious organizational phase, where he likes to line things up. Everything! Crayons, toy cars, kitchen utensils, animals, books . . . it is funny and cute and sometimes slightly irritating when he doesn’t want us to put ANYTHING away!
Ellen is working on a “curriculum” for Wallace. She is his dream teacher; she will gladly let him stay in his pajamas all day long!
A New Year’s Day hike at Gousty.
This home I so love.
Covered in a blanket of white.
Sitting deep in thought.
Writing at dusk.
Thick snow falling.
I pushed her too hard on cross-county skis.
She is nursing a strained tendon.
I must remember to take it slow.
They grow and they become so capable, but still, we must take it slow.
We’re traveling to Italy in our studies this week. Our table is covered with books about Leonardo da Vinci; Jeffrey’s beautiful sketch book from Rome; maps large and small from Florence and Rome to Sienna and Pienza; a beautiful picture book about the island of Sardinia; and amazing images of Italian buildings and works of art. And, well, then I just had to bring out some of those old love letters from Jeffrey’s year abroad 17 years ago!
If you can’t go there in real time . . . play you can!
The sweetest sleep of baby dreams.
Sister’s new old skateboard!
Busy man, up at the sink. Making a flood.
Oh, I love this.
She painting a portrait of herself from a photo I took of her, almost a year ago.
“I’ve never painted myself before,” she said.
And then she took artist liberties to change the way she looks.
Let’s go inside the greenhouse and take off our coats and reach our faces up towards the precious January sunshine!
We have a family of opossums living in a brush pile near our chicken coop. First we saw one. Then two. And then the girls discovered . . . a mama and three babies! They have been making the rounds, gathering compost scraps, chicken food, and birdseed.
Is it time to get a dog???
I’m struggling with a serious case of the messy table top blues. It’s always covered. Good stuff happens on this table, but I can’t seem to keep on top of clearing it off lately. It collects such eclectic assortments . . . play dough, typewriter, books, notebooks, hair brush, candles, squirt bottle, binoculars, scissors, tape, yarn, felt, tiny budda statue, and food, always food. . .
We’ve been seeing photos of beautiful dried citrus and wanting to make garlands. Finally, this week we made it happen! This is such a simple, colorful, delicious project for December (or any time of year when citrus is in season!). We sliced grapefruit, oranges, lemons, and limes 1/8th of an inch thick and dehydrated the pieces overnight. Then we made garlands for our windows. Each ring is like a tiny, vibrant stain glass window filled with December light.
Deeply overcast day. Perfect for making tiny worlds inside worlds with rich green moss, fresh from the forest.
Terrariums: my interest in these little jars of life seems somehow tied up with my recent questions over work and our future. It is as if I can let myself imagine a series of different worlds — each completely contained. While my fingers are occupied with tiny bits of moss and lichen, I sift through possibilities in my mind and envision a half-a-dozen different paths. How can I be simultaneously so centered and so utterly unsure?
(From a piece I wrote in January 2015, before we knew that little Wallace would be joining our family.)
In the greenhouse. Repotting plants and then lingering, soaking up the morning light.
I haven’t spent much time in here since spring.
The tiny black onion seeds we placed into trays filled with soil in March . . . have grown and flourished and now the glowing bulbs are drying in the warmth of the October sun, back here where their little green shoots of life began.
The sun nourished the onion plants all summer; their bulbs will nourish us all winter.
And then into the basement for some serious work with Papa’s tools!