The Garden, In August

228 :: Marigolds

Wer seines Lebens viele Widersinne

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully
into a single cloth—
it’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration

where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it’s you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.

Rilke’s Book of Hours Translated by Joanna Macy

228 :: Beauty Yellow Nasturtiums

228 :: Green Tomatoes

228 :: Pumpkins

Sometimes I just wander around in the garden and marvel. And sometimes we bring some of what is outside, inside. And wonder.

227 :: Flower Palette

233 :: Her Herbs

Nature Journals

175 :: Nature Journals

Three years ago, the girls and I started nature journaling. What this looks like, for us, is gathering natural objects from our garden and walks; laying them all out over the table; and sketching and watercolor painting in our journals. We also write the names of plants and creatures and other items in French when we are inspired. Nature journaling is definitely about the process for us. We did it regularly for about two years and then got out of practice. Today we gathered around the table again, and I was so happy . . . even when Wallace started painting blue stripes all over his arms. I hope we will make space to nature journal all summer and into the fall. There’s nothing quite like the meditative space it inspires.

Homeschooling Heart

132 :: Greenhouse Painting

This is where I found Amie on Mother’s Day: painting in the greenhouse. My girls have had a truly wonderful year in public school with excellent teachers and friends. But I think we all still have a homeschooling heart.

Candle Wreaths

316 :: Candle Wreaths

It’s so wintery outside today — the girls and I were inspired to go out and gather little bits of red and green to make candle wreaths for the dinner table. I love to watch the enthusiasm they bring to these little projects that we’ve been doing together since they were tiny and it was mostly me doing the crafting. Now, it is mostly them. And I’m just the photographer.

Hiding

275 :: Obscured

One of my children doesn’t love to be photographed right now, and I am trying my best to respect that but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

263 :: Painting Ellen's Hands

262 :: Setting the Table

277 :: Tennis Lesson