Early morning, afternoon, evening, and night –
I am in love with the magic of Gousty light.
A Successful Day
Ellen declared this as a very successful day.
“The poems were just popping out of me onto the page!”
Morning Work
Reading:
“That Quail, Robert”
Nature Journaling:
A lovely, messy nest that Amie pulled out of a poplar tree
Le Francais:
le gland = acorn
les cynorhodons = rosehips
17 :: Mitty, Mitty Kiss
Baby + kitty = love.
(Well, maybe a little more love from one and little more tolerance from the other!)
62 :: 365
He still prefers to nap on me — in my lap, in a wrap or other baby carrier. But as he is getting bigger, I find myself wanting to put him down for at least one nap a day. It doesn’t always work, but yesterday it did because Mitty curled up right next to him. I was watching her from across the room as she settled herself down, pleased as could be to have found a baby heater.
56 :: 365
We didn’t have pets when the girls were babies. Now we have a cat, a dog, and ten chickens (okay, the chickens aren’t really pets, but they are a part of our daily lives). I wonder if Wallace will relate to animals any differently as he grows — because of his early introduction to our furry and feathery friends?