I told the girls that Jeffrey and I haven’t been out skiing together for three years. Three years! Wallace was too little last year to be left for long and the year before that he was an infant. It feels amazing to go out with my Jeffrey and cruise together through our winter wonderland.
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 —