Can we stay outside all morning, making “no balls” and riding around in the sled?
Oh the joys of discovering the world all over again through the eyes and hands and heart of a beautiful baby boy!
A happy bird story for you today!
This sweet hen went missing after the girls attempted to keep her safe from the aggressive roosters. (Grandmommy had a theory that she was secretly in love with one of the roos and quietly followed him into the wild.) Looking back at my photos, I see that little puffy cheeks had been gone for a whole week . . . but this afternoon the girls discovered her under the apple tree behind the house, and we all rejoiced!
She is our sole Ameraucana chicken; she lays those beautiful light blue eggs we so adore. We’re so glad to have you back in the flock, little one.
Oh, this boy. Talking with such confidence. So articulate. So sure. Making his way in the world. Such vitality. Life’s longing for itself.
Not much school work this week. Sometimes I take photos of the briefest moments to help me feel better.
This looks like a happy scene, but it isn’t really. The girls decided this morning that the roos needed to go. They were becoming too aggressive with the hens. They rounded up the two young men and took them on a farewell walk through meadows and over hills. We said goodbye and hope they will become a needed meal for a fox family.
This is a little catch up from 10 days ago when we spent a glorious afternoon at Houdek dunes in the midst of color and light and warmth. We read “Amos and Boris,” by William Steig (one of my all-time favorite children’s books), painted with watercolors, and picnicked. Yes, we have soaked up so many of these beautiful days this fall. I hope they will help carry us through the darker, colder months ahead.
I collected this moss on an evening walk
in the rain
through the forest I most love.
Autumn colors so vibrant,
leaves soaking wet.
So similar to a walk I took two years ago
in these woods.
So much stays the same here.
So much changes in the world outside.
I need to go back to the forest —