265 :: Autumn Arrives


Autumn officially begins tomorrow. And today I felt the season shifting. There was a change in the air. The sound of the birds. The scent of the evening garden.


Ellen wore her baby zucchini in the ergo on our morning walk. “My baby was born without legs or arms,” she informed me. “And it was a little green. But other than that, it is perfectly healthy!”


Maybe Uncle Chris can help us identify these mystery mushrooms?

One of my favorite parts of our homeschooling mornings is walking together. It’s such a simple thing. Walking outside calms Wallace; it grounds me in the day; and centers me with the girls. We take the same route most days and every morning we notice different details along the way: plants and creatures, mushrooms and moss, flowers and seed heads.

Walking in wild places is the simplest, clearest way for me to remember what is most essential.


205 :: At the Spring


As he leads the way through the woods, up the hill, to the spring,
I remember discovering this place as a girl.
I remember the mystery.
Surrounded by the lush green of mid-summer, it holds all its magic,
still intact.

189 :: Baby in the Bulrushes


I am knee-deep in a warm, pond-fed creek on a humid July eve.  The girls have transformed into mermaids and Jeffrey is dipping Wallace into the water.  Our baby boy is skinny dipping for the first time!

Jeffrey finds the perfect sandy, shallow spot for Wallace to sit.  Wallace is delighted to be so independent, and the girls are enchanted with their cherub of a brother.  His delight is their delight.  Their delight is my delight.  Watching them all together makes my heart sing.

130 :: 365 — Root Child


I am watching him sit in the spring woods.
Light, filtering through newly budding trees.
Light so brilliant. So fleeting.

Tiny blooms cover the forest floor.  Violets.  Spring beauties.  Trillium.  Trout lillies.  Where do they come from?  Where do they go?
A carpet of vibrant green has emerged from brown earth.  Green today.  Brown again tomorrow.
This light, these flowers, the green — it will all fade away when the leaves fill out.  The woods will transform into a place of dark and deep.

But, today, we have this.
This light.


Have you read “The Story of the Root Children” by Sibylle von Olfers? It is a beautiful classic children’s book.  Amabel says Wallace looks like a “root child” in his brown wooly suit.

And today he did indeed look like he crawled out of the pages of that story land.